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Kenji opened his eyes to a pale, sterile ceiling. The world around him was dim; his right eye only saw shadows. As he turned his head, pain radiated from his body like fire. His trembling hands touched the coarse bandages wrapped tightly around his face.
Memories eluded him names, faces, events all lost in a dark void. But one feeling lingered: emptiness. He knew nothing of his past, yet a profound sadness gripped his chest like a claw.
The room was cold, barren except for the faint hum of a heart monitor. He looked to his side and saw a folded origami crane on the nightstand, untouched for years. For a moment, something stirred within a flash of laughter, a gentle hand folding paper but it disappeared just as quickly.
“Kenji,” a nurse’s voice startled him. She entered the room with cautious steps, her expression a mixture of surprise and sympathy. “You’re awake… after all this time.”
He tried to respond but couldn’t. His voice was trapped, as if locked behind an unyielding barrier. The nurse explained his injuries, his miraculous survival, and his long recovery. But her words felt hollow. He wasn’t truly alive he was a ghost in a body.
Later that night, as the hospital grew silent, Kenji stared out the window at the moonlit city. He didn’t know who he was, but a voice deep within whispered, "You are more than this... find out who you truly are."
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