"What? Who? Where? Where am I?" Zayde shouted as he rose from the ground, his voice filled with confusion. He looked around, taking in the endless expanse of a harsh desert surrounding him. The wind whipped grains of sand against his skin, stinging his skin. Standing up, he felt utterly bewildered—not just about where he was, but who he was, or even what had happened to him.
The only thing in his mind was his name—Zayde. Whenever he tried to focus on anything else, it was as if a thick mist shrouded his thoughts, obscuring everything. He truly had no idea about anything. It was like being a newborn, thrust into the world knowing only how to breathe... and cry. He was a complete blank slate.