FireFly

This... hospital? Hospice? Homeless shelter? I've been wandering around this head for a long time and can't find a way out.

I can't remember where I came from or where I came from. It's like it's slipped my mind, but it's still on the tip of my tongue.

Sometimes I still ask myself: "What do I look like? What does my name sound like?" But I'm no longer bothered by the silence in response. It fades into memory and no longer seems necessary.

"How to get out?" "Why am I here?" - that's what really worries me.