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Try to remember.
Lethe's head rang with a faint echo. Slowly, she opened her eyes and squinted into the gloom. Dust motes floated in the air around her face, illuminated by a soft yellow glow coming from somewhere behind her head. She stirred but found herself unable to rise. She could barely move, her fingers clenched and her limbs wooden. Blinking seemed to take ages. Worry began to creep through her, but Lethe noticed that neither her pulse nor her breath seemed to quicken as her mind began to race. She wrestled with the scraps of recollection. If only she could-
Remember.
The word echoed in the air around her, and the light pulsed briefly. Her neck twitched and her eyes strained towards the source of the glow. A gentle breeze blew charcoal hair across her eyes as Lethe struggled to move her head towards the light. Leaves rustled into sight, joining the dust. The cold wind whistled in her ears, hinting at voices and teasing her with the phantom conversation.
Remember!
A brilliant flare lit her features as a gust of wind swept across her body, tugging clothes and whipping her hair. The gale's strength intensified and Lethe's head began to twist towards the radiant shine. A stone circle slid into view, illuminated with burning gold symbols, warming her own auric eyes. Their sight scorched her mind and the wind forced itself into her lungs. The echoes crashed into clarity.
"Zephyr!" The word tore from her throat, and Lethe's body surged with energy. The glowing runes dissipated, and the howling gale withered to a gentle breeze as the leaves settled around her. "Of course," she breathed, "the wind." Lethe flexed her fingers, and a crumpled note fell from her left hand. Zephyr. Tokyo. What have I gotten myself into?

Description
Try to remember.
Lethe's head rang with a faint echo. Slowly, she opened her eyes and squinted into the gloom. Dust motes floated in the air around her face, illuminated by a soft yellow glow coming from somewhere behind her head. She stirred but found herself unable to rise. She could barely move, her fingers clenched and her limbs wooden. Blinking seemed to take ages. Worry began to creep through her, but Lethe noticed that neither her pulse nor her breath seemed to quicken as her mind began to race. She wrestled with the scraps of recollection. If only she could-
Remember.
The word echoed in the air around her, and the light pulsed briefly. Her neck twitched and her eyes strained towards the source of the glow. A gentle breeze blew charcoal hair across her eyes as Lethe struggled to move her head towards the light. Leaves rustled into sight, joining the dust. The cold wind whistled in her ears, hinting at voices and teasing her with the phantom conversation.
Remember!
A brilliant flare lit her features as a gust of wind swept across her body, tugging clothes and whipping her hair. The gale's strength intensified and Lethe's head began to twist towards the radiant shine. A stone circle slid into view, illuminated with burning gold symbols, warming her own auric eyes. Their sight scorched her mind and the wind forced itself into her lungs. The echoes crashed into clarity.
"Zephyr!" The word tore from her throat, and Lethe's body surged with energy. The glowing runes dissipated, and the howling gale withered to a gentle breeze as the leaves settled around her. "Of course," she breathed, "the wind." Lethe flexed her fingers, and a crumpled note fell from her left hand. Zephyr. Tokyo. What have I gotten myself into?