To the other side of somewhere

"NO!" I woke up, breathless and agitated. It took me a minute to understand what was happening: I had fallen asleep on the tree, dreaming of the past while the sun reached its higher, and now it was already prepared to start its descent from the heavens.  I didn't remember much of what I had been dreaming, I just felt an unsettling anxiousness, like there was something in the back of my mind that wanted out but was unable to find its way into my consciousness.  My stomach sank. I didn't think I could handle one more worry at the time, so I just tried to focus on the more pressing matter, although I had no idea what to do... I was starting to feel sick...  I arrived late to Orfi's house, of course. He had been working non-stop with the help of another friend, and I just watched. I sat in the corner, trying to look amused by their talk, and for a little while, it was bliss to divert my thoughts and laugh and laugh and laugh. A lot. But then night came...

When that had happened to me, the gods were completely revolted. In their eyes, I was the one that had committed the crime, an atrocious sin. So, after careful deliberation, they decided to punish me: they took my memory and shattered it like glass. At first it felt like bliss. I couldn't remember anything aside from my uneventful daily life, and so I continued my existence. However, something in the back of my brain wanted out, and soon, that episode of my life emerged, while my other memories sank in the fogginess of it all. They had cursed me. I forgot my childhood. I was impure. The gods blamed me, and me alone. In their eyes, I wasn't a victim, but the cause...  In their eyes, I, a child, was the one who let herself be tainted... No matter the threats, no matter the force applied, no matter the damage done to me... After that, no matter what joy or sadness could paint my day to day, the memory disappeared before long. I retain very little, and yet that event...