Looking around rather desperately, you dig through your mind for anything you might remember. But can you really remember anything? Can you remember being born? Were you ever born...wait, what's "born" again?
Frustrated, you kneel over the very edge of ledge and strain your eyes so that you might see the bottom. No- you're just too high up. Suddenly you feel the figurine slipping from your pocket. Gasping and throwing your hands over the girl, you save her as though she were your only friend. And who knew? Maybe she was...and maybe she could help.
You inspect her closely, stroking her silver head. Maybe, just maybe, you could ask for help...
But wait- how would you ask? You could write...but you don't know how to write...explaining in words is no good, yo don't speak any language you can recall. So you clutch the silver girl close to your chest and wish with all your might to appear...somewhere else.
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