Identity Crisis
From Create Your Own Story
Finally. Finally you are at peace, and all is right with the world. Everything has come to it's natural conclusion and now is the time for rest.
Nothingness.
Stillness.
Peace.
Except...except something feels wrong. Something feels bad, you don't know what but something here feels strange. But should I care? Let someone else worry, I have earnt this, so why not enjoy? Yes. A rest well earned. You relax, basking in the wonderous feeling enveloping you. But... was this truely earned? How? What exactly have I spent my life doing? I....I can't remember. Why can't I remember? I should be able to remember!
No. No this is wrong. What's going on, no! Let me out! I can't stay here!
You see a light, gently glowing. It comforts you somehow. You lose awareness.
You slowly become aware of your surroundings.
You are lying on a red leather couch facing a large bay window. It's dark outside and you can't see a lot, nighttime you realise. The window doesn't seem to have curtain, you wonder why. You walk around the couch and face the face end of the room. The walls are lined with bookcases, packed to the brim with books and scrolls. A large amount of books are also scattered around the room, with paper also dotted around the room, seemlingly with little order to it. You get the impression someone spends a great amount of time here, presumably reading. To your left is a grand fireplace sandwiched between the bookcases, the fire has is almost out and is emitting little light. To your right is a black board, covered in strange symbols. In front of you is a desk, with mounds of scrolls and paper on it, and a small candle just barely lighting the room with the fire in the fireplace. Behind the desk is a closed door. In the corner to your left is a large armchair, it looks similar to the couch. It's facing the corner and surrounded by mounds of paper and inkpots, you hear mutterings coming from it.
Do you:
