Chapter - 1

It was a black room. A white circular light illuminated it, hovering at the top at the centre of the square room.
In the middle of the dark painted room, slept a man wearing a yellow shirt and matching yellow trousers. There was no voice, everything was so quiet as if nothing existed until the owl, perched on a long stool flanked by two doors spoke,

"Wake up,"

And the man did,

He didn't know where he was? Didn't understand who he was? All he could see was the dark walls illuminated by the white light. In the square room there was no sound, but the sound of the owl. Yellow clad man turned to face it, and the owl with its round eyes gazed at him and with a voice of a cold young woman said, "Choose"

After saying it - the white owl spread its wings, each wing pointing at the two doors beside the long stool. Blue door at the right, yellow door on the left. The man had to choose one. "What is happening here?" The man questioned.

"What am I doing here? Who am I?"

"Choose the door," the owl repeated again but with a bone-chilling voice. He tried to touch the owl, but couldn't touch it; his hand passed through its body. He jerked back, fear creeping over his body, he felt the weight and the power of this strange being. A being with the power to crush and shape humanity. Its power was incomprehensible and at the same time comprehensible enough not to enrage it. It looked like a normal owl but untouchable. He wondered if it was even a real owl or just a form of a sinister being trying to torment him.

"Choose," The owl repeated again. The man understood that he had no choice but to pick it. He walked to the blue door and tried to open it, but couldn't as the door was locked.

"You have the key deep within your memories," The owl had said.

The man tried to remember. The key was in there within his heart, surrounded by thick walls of his own making, built to protect the key. The walls made him forget about his identity, protected them like watchful guardians, yet he felt like those walls would have crumbled if he wanted to.

"All you need to do is to crumble them, and the key will be yours," The owl whispered, but this time the tone wasn't cold. He knew how to crumble them, all he needed was the drive to push forward. Yet a part of him didn't want to do it, didn't want to crumble those walls and face the memories. So he stepped back, walked to the yellow door and opened it, and his vision turned dark.