He was a time traveler. But instead of instantly traveling hundreds of years to the future, he traversed time by sleeping through the years. He had many, many realistic dreams that slowly integrated into his newly developing memory. His dreams taught him twisted ideas about the world because his dreams were so unrealistic and very bizarre.
On rare occasions, he would glimpse something that he recognized was a part of his old memories that he chose to sacrifice. Old memories that took up too much space in his brain that would render him unable to intake new information, they sometimes seeped through the cracks of their erasures.
And used to have a violin. But the violin rotted away over the course of several centuries. First the strings rusted. Then the wood became moldy and gross from neglect. The poor violin was almost entirely unusable now. Now he just kept the tuning pegs of the instrument in a tiny plastic pouch.
Lusi now learned what a difficult life it was to live on his own. Out in the wild by himself, there was nothing but nature around him. up in the north where he now currently resides is a barren land with scarcely any resources to sustain him.
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Hibernation
FantasyAlone in the moonlight, a young man held a letter within his hand. The letter read- "Lusi, you have a choice." "You are free to stay here or you also have the choice of going back into hibernation to wait out that time and see if humanity redevel...
