Premise.
Memoria
Memoria, once a city of great power and influence, overflowing with rich traditions, arts, and culture; boasting magnificent castles and buildings, opera houses, beautiful cathedrals and churches, lush forests, and even the mere village seems to have come out of a fairy tale. Everywhere, people have smiles radiating on their faces and poverty and sickness were little to none. It was a melting pot of people coming from all over the world, trading a variety of articles for the Memorian's fine pieces of crafted jewelry, fine clothing, and cultivated fruits and vegetables, or to make a name out of themselves in the city swelling with fame and eminence.
Until the tragedy happened.
A deadly epidemic spread across the city, and not long after that, Memoria was suddenly burned to the ground. Not one survivor remained. Everything was in ruins; reduced to ashes. The once glorious and majestic Memoria had become a scorched wasteland. Soon, the glory of the city faded and everyone else in the world moved on with their lives, forgetting the incident and the tragedy that had befallen Memoria. It became The City forgotten by the world and time itself, until a portal from another unstable dimension, opened and swallowed Memoria, finally reducing it to oblivion. That happened a hundred years ago.
And now you find yourself in the same predicament.
You don't remember how or when it happened. Perhaps you were eating cereal on a cold, rainy Sunday, or in the process of being taken out and defeated by a formidable foe, or maybe even asleep and unconscious. All you remember was the sensation of being pushed out and away from your own body, and something else entirely takes over your emotions, your feelings, your body, and your memories. Something else is living your life in place of you. And then suddenly, you feel yourself fading away, being absorbed by the same portal.
The next thing you know, you are in the middle of a lush forest all by yourself. You are surrounded by the songs of birds, engulfed by the scents of sweet moss and pine, and cocooned into a mist that might just contain a little bit of magic. There is a straight path carved on the forest floor, and when you follow it and leave the darkness of the shaded woods, you are surprised at what you see ahead. You enter a world bursting at the seams with color. There is a bustling marketplace ahead, with people gathering, chatting, and trading articles; you see a woman waving her tarot cards to people on the street, and in the corner of your eye, you see a cloaked figure carefully observing you, but when you turn to look at him, he's gone. There is a beautiful castle up in the far east, standing tall in it's magnificence, and in the far north, there seem to be entire villages and towns of people of different colors, races, and costumes. Everything is beautiful, but you can't help but feel that something is a bit off.
Firstly, you see that there is a red tattoo imprinted on a part of your body, one that wasn't there before, one that glows when you are near certain people. Then there are the locals. Some of them are friendly, too friendly in fact that they creep you out, and they give you weird looks or change the topic when you talk to them about being lost and the way home. "This is home," they insist, "You belong here." And there are also those who act differently; those with no trace of emotion or feeling on their faces as they go about their way, and they look cold and lifeless--almost robot-like. When you explore the city, you will realize that one way leads to another, and no matter where you go, you can't find the way home. But what is strange, really strange, is that after the sun sets and darkness begins to fall, the city begins to change, and late during the night, you can hear blood-curdling screams that are always cut short. And in the morning, everyone acts as if nothing happened the night before.
Where are you? What is this place? What does the tattoo mean? Who governs the city? Will you ever be able to find a way home?
This is Memoria now, the only city in a world created from forgotten memories, broken promises, shattered dreams, crushed hopes, and lost and forsaken memorabilia. This is Memoria, the Forgotten City, your home.
So hold on to your voice. Hold on to your breath. Hold on to what makes you whole and complete. Or you might just lose the very core of your being, and be one of the forgotten.