[i]Wind.[/i]

The first thing I remember was the cool summer breeze gently brushing against my cheeks. It was an oddly soothing feeling, like a comforting hand waking me up after a long and unpleasant sleep. I don't know how, nor why, I've ended up lying here on the ground. No the grass, I was lying on grass still damp from the morning dew. I opened my eyes and the blinding sun forced me to shut them once more. I must have been sleeping for quite a while, but I still can't remember why. Indeed I can't seem to remember much of anything at all. 

I tried opening my eyes again. Slowly, this time, no sense in repeating the same mistake. This time my eyes weren't taken by surprise and I was able to glimpse the serene blue sky above. Just as slowly my eyes began to take in the rest of the world, it would seem they were just as drowsy as my mind. I began to make out large stumps, no, I made out trees. I was surrounded by them, trees rising up all around. It was a jungle, no wait, it was a forest. That was the term. 

Why couldn't I remember anything before the breeze? 

It was far too surreal, when you lack a past, how do you move into the future and live in the present. To be ripped of my memories, after all I must have possessed them before right? I wasn't a newborn, at least I didn't think so, they word didn't feel like an apt descriptor of me. Then who was I and how did I lose my memory? Just how was I supposed to move forward without a past?

[i]Stop and focus.[/i]

Right, I needed to breath, my mind was still intact so there must have been some sort of explanation. Focusing on what ifs and odd philosophies was useless to me, I needed information, I needed to find the proper approach. And for now, the first thing I needed to figure out was who I am. 

[i]Brock[/i]

Yes, Brock that was what would be considered to be my name, but that wasn't all right? I had a last name didn't I, my brain seemed to tell me that such a thing is the norm. 

[i]Warren[/i]

Right, it sounded right, I think. My name was Brock Warren then? In that case I needed to figure out the next piece of information. Questions like where I was from, where I was, what was my life is like, but nothing came. I waited and waited, but my mind remained blank. It seemed answers would not come that easy, so I'd set them aside for now and focus more on my surroundings. It was then that I saw some pieces of paper, no it wasn't quite paper they had a different name. 

[i]Cards.[/i]

Right, they were called playing cards, my sense of the world was slowly returning to me. So I reached out with my hand and took hold of the deck of cards. Somehow it just felt right, like these cards represented some part of me. However such ideals are rather nonsensical, so I instead preferred to focus on practical aspect of the cards. Finally sitting up, I played with the deck and it soon became apparent that my muscle memory was still very much intact. The cards flew through my fingertips as I practiced different shuffles and ways of making them disappear. 

It wasn't until I was done with my experimentation that I finally resolved to stand up completely. There was little point in remaining in these unfamiliar woods for much longer, I needed to head out. So logically, I began walking away in a direction I hoped would lead to a clearing, and while that wish did not occur, I did find something just as interesting. Other human beings were clustered around and engaged in what I assumed to be idle and pointless chitchat. 

[i]Be polite.[/i]

Right, I needed to be polite, I couldn't forget that, the social aspects of human beings required the following of certain societal norms, even the ones that made no logical sense. "Hello there," I waved, "A pleasure to meet some fellow humans, would any of you perchance know where we are?"