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It’s been a couple of years since I last stepped into Nihility’s shadow, back then I couldn’t grasp the reason behind my attempt to willingly dissolve myself into nothingness.
‘Did something happen?’
Was my initial question when I realised that I couldn't remember my past or who I was before the incident. In a desperate attempt to gain back for what’s lost, I created various contraptions to extract those buried memories from the depths of my mind, but all attempts were met with failure .. of course (and a couple of headaches)
I was genuinely beginning to lose my sanity at some point. A man without a past, memories, family, or even a sense of identity—how can anyone exist without the slightest clue of who they are supposed to be?
Yet there was nothing I could do about it, and so I continued my journey through the cosmos, aimlessly looking for something that isn’t there, a sense of purpose.. my purpose.
A universe so vast, where does one even begin to search for their lost identity?
A year flew by faster than my thoughts could keep up. My life began to feel so monotonous that I could no longer recall the time spent in isolation aboard my spaceship, drifting aimlessly. To fill my mind, I kept on inventing new mechanical gadgets, hoping they would bring relief, but knowing they only added to my frustration.
When self isolation no longer helped, I would ventured from one planet to another and opened my workshop for those in need. It was a marked improvement; working for people who needed my expertise gave me a sense of purpose for once, and I built a significant reputation as an artificer across the cosmos.
This life was modest, yet it was all I could manage on my own since making friends wasn't a priority,
At least not until I met her.
I assumed she would be like my typical clients, seeking help with maintenance and leaving without a word. I admit, I found her slightly intimidating, especially when it seemed like she was glaring daggers at me.
The sharp glare gradually shifted into curiosity. Then, to my surprise, she did the unexpected and asked for a name.
My name?
I never really gave it much thought, considering the lost memories and all. All this time, I've been known as the 'Nameless,' so that's the answer I gave her.
The room fell silent for a moment.
“Adonis,” she said—a name she wanted to give me. I chuckled a bit at first, but I wasn't opposed to the idea. I mean, I never really had a name, and it sounded cool.
From that moment on, I continued my journey as Adonis, a name that unexpectedly became a lasting part of me, much like the lady who consistently crossed paths with me in a galaxy so expansive. I didn't mind; I enjoyed our time spent together.
Gradually, she became my reason for being, a purpose to uphold the name she had given me.
Now, as I sit aboard the Astral Express, writing these thoughts. I've figured out some significant information about myself from the Astral Express crew, though I'm not sure if this is where I'm meant to be.
Sign, Adonis