Purgatory: The Forgotten

Chapter 2: Echoes of The Past

As I woke up, I felt disoriented and confused. I sat up and looked around the room, noticing that it looked exactly the same as before. The ceiling, the walls, the window, all white. But there was something different this time. A faint, sweet smell filled the air, something I couldn't quite place. As I breathed it in, I began to feel more alert and focused, almost as if my senses were being sharpened. It was an odd sensation, but not an unpleasant one.

I turned my attention to the figure who had appeared in the room with me. They were still asleep, curled up in a corner of the room. I wondered how they had ended up here, and whether they had any connection to me. I tried to remember anything from my past, any clues that might help me make sense of our situation, but all I got was a jumbled mess of images and sounds.

As I sat there, lost in thought, I heard a faint sound coming from outside the room. It was like a distant echo, barely audible but definitely there. I strained my ears, trying to make out what it was, but it was too faint and too far away. Nevertheless, it gave me a glimmer of hope. Maybe there was a way out of this room, a way to escape whatever purgatory we were trapped in.

I got up and walked to the window, looking out into the darkness beyond. It was still pitch black, but I thought I could see a faint glow in the distance, as if there was something out there. It was hard to be sure, but it was enough to give me a sense of purpose. I turned to the figure, still sleeping soundly, and made a silent promise to do everything in my power to get us out of here.

With that thought in mind, I set out to explore the room once again, looking for anything that might help us escape.

or, did I already done this before?, I said

I pause for a moment, trying to remember if i've been in this situation before. But my mind draws a blank, and can't seem to recall any past experiences in this mysterious white room.

I turn to the figure standing beside me, hoping for some answers. "Have I been here before?" I ask.

The figure shakes their head, their expression unreadable. "Not to my knowledge," they reply.

I let out a sigh, feeling frustrated at my lack of memory. "Then how did I end up here?"

The figure shrugs, and I get the feeling that they are just as clueless as me. I glance around the room, trying to find any clues or hints that might shed light on your situation, but all I see is the same blank walls and single window reflecting the pitch blackness.

I walk around the white room, trying to gather my thoughts and make sense of my situation. As I turn around, I notice something strange. There is a painting on the wall, where there was nothing before. It's a small landscape painting, depicting a serene countryside scene with rolling hills and a clear blue sky. I walk closer to it, examining it closely.