"Dire forest...?" Alvador asked, confused. He didn't recognize the name. For that matter, he couldn't think of any names at all. It felt as though they were on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't summon them. It was like trying to grab fish in a pond. He tried hard to remember what happened before he lost consciousness, but doing so merely gave him a headache and he touched his left hand to his temple.<br/><br/>Alvador took another glance around, looking for anything familiar to grab onto, but he couldn't get a grip. There was nothing but the sky, the moon, the stars, the trees, and the little wooden shelters like the one he had awakened in. He was in pain, so he couldn't still be dreaming, right? Alvador even went so far as to examine his own body, wondering how he could not recognize his own hands and arms. A dark mark on his chest caught his eyes and he looked down. At first he thought it was dirt, but it didn't wipe off when he tried to remove it. After a moment, ge realized what it said: "Alvador". He didn't know what it meant or why it was there.<br/><br/>"I am lost." Alvador said, looking up at the sky. He knew what the moon and the stars were. He knew what clouds were, and he recognized the grass beneath his feet. How he knew these things and not others was beyond him, and he realized that prior to seeing these objects he had no clue what they were, either. It was only upon encountering them that he realized he knew their names.<br/><br/>"I don't know how I got here," Alvador said, "and I don't think I belong here. I think I already know, but tell me... Is this place<em>real</em>?"