Sunset Valley past the dark forest

as dawn rose, so did anyu. he awoke rather suddenly, sucking in oxygen like a reanimated corpse, as if he had not breathed in hours. morning frost lining the grasses; that is where he coughed up a touch of blood, struggling to control his unsure lungs. breathe deeply. 

there was little that remained of the ghost that lay in that meadow. he searched his mind for memories and there were none. thoughts lead to feelings, and he began to feel the throbbing pain from the dash in the skin of his temple. a moment to process that, and he searched again. anyu. he was aware of his own existence, and little more. 

faces floated and morphed in his brain. he tried to grasp at them, like a fleeting dream, but in this same way they were gone within moments. the final traces of family or friends he assumed, pale visions like himself, disappearing until he could not see them. alone. 

he sat himself up awkwardly, limbs aching. and then a wretched sob struck, knowing there was nothing out there for him but a world empty of any emotional attachment.