Human memory begins from "nothing", and "supplements" help us build a broader space for us to remember "important" matters. Yet with time, our memories slowly dwindle into "nothing".
We search through our memories using faint impressions, and among these scattered moments, we pick up a pen and force ourselves to remember, however fleeting each moment is. We find out that they are distorted and blurry. The pen scribbles repeatedly on the piece of paper, starting, then stopping, then starting again. It tries to pick up the broken fragments. It flickers and spins, twisting around above our heads.

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