Left, right. Left, right. Remembering how to walk is hard after you've been asleep. A young-looking woman, I’ll call her Anna, was walking through a void. She had blonde hair, pale skin, and green eyes. Her feet and mine were held up by a magic barrier. Anna had no memories of the past, and none of the present. She said this out loud, to no one in particular, but I heard. She was a chatterbox, even