I continued to know nothing until the window opened, though I had no way of knowing how long I remained in the dark. From the window flooded memories and knowledge; light in the overwhelming darkness.
I was a woman.
Short hair that had once been long after being even shorter. My body was warm, or had been at some point, though in that moment I felt no temperature. Were these memories mine? I shifted, tried to reach up and run my fingers through my hair, but my limb would not bend the way I expected it to. It was not slender and flexible as it was in the memories, but hard instead, thick, armored. I remembered fear, and felt fear knowing I was different. I attempted to call out, but again, my voice was not the same as the one in those memories. From my throat rattled noise, low and guttural, but not a voice.
These were not my memories.
As I struggled to comprehend, the light began to recede back through the window. The memories were fading, the knowledge slipping away, leaving behind a residue of faint emotion and blurry awareness. And in time, those left me as well, and once again I was nothing.