The scene shifted and I was alone in a small, intimate
room where I was able to observe myself. I was a young
teenage girl with brown skin and long dark hair. Rama
walked towards me, and he was a very young, impossibly
beautiful man. The intensity of our feelings extended
beyond human capacity.
I sensed extreme disorientation as I returned to my
current self, and was again seated with the panel of nine.

The elder spoke again, “He refused to see you, until
you remember. You are killing him. You must remember, or
he will die.”

Memory pushed through the layers of amnesia, and I ran