Memories tastes like air. As we engorge on the nothingness of the past we become nothing ourselves. But with hunger pains acting as reminders of what happens when one don't remember. We are force to choose between Nothingness and Pain
Can we really choose between the two and that choice be the right one?
We wander through the darkness searching and trying to escape the monsters of our past. Creatures with teeth sharp enough to pierce our thin skin and penetrate our bones. Eyes so consuming that with every slurp of our essences we become more hypnotized.
Venom.
But as they eat from our already empty stomachs, we are filled euphoria. Finding ourselves not caring about the nothingness. And the longer the monsters feed from us, the more creature like we become. Because memories tastes like air we must find a way to curve our hunger. Or we too will become nothing but air.