...You know, now that you say that, it's weird. When I first found everything all weird and pinkish? I had total memory of it. I could tell you pretty much everything, though I, um, really wouldn't want to. I don't think I ever want to go through anything like that again for as long as I live.

But the more I look back...the more it's kinda...I don't want to say fading. But I'm just sort of...coming to terms with the idea that it isn't real. Like, it's a dream I'm remembering really vividly...I remember it really distinctly, but I'm more and more convinced that it isn't something that actually happened...in this reality, at least. Does that make sense?