Daresso watched from his pod, craning his neck over the sides to look at the others who crowded from around the dark space. He didn't feel safe, but it seemed he was not the only one confused by the strange amnesia. This was not how it was supposed to happen, from what he remembered, what little left of his blackened memories. It seemed Eden was still intact, for the most part. But where was anyone to greet them? It all seemed so absent, as if they were the only livings ones around. Why did a few remain sleeping? Were they dead? No, they were all kept frozen in stasis, so that wasn't possible. But why did they lose their memories? The cradles weren't supposed to do that, were they? At least, such a thing wouldn't make any sense. Though, none of this really fit into reason anyway. It felt like he just slept a night, but so much has happened. He didn't even know the day of the week, so he couldn't even imagine how many years transpired. 

	He wished he could remember more, but it was only these glimpses that provided any sense of clarity. Swallowing his fear, Daresso began pushing himself up from the comfort of his seat. He wasn't going to find answers just sitting around waiting for stuff to happen. Enough of that has already gone on.

	The boy climbed out of his cradle with a cough as his wool shoes stamped softly into the dusty ground. He stood with an unease in his stance, his hands held firmly at his sides. There were so many strange, new faces.

	"Do any of you have an idea what's going on...? I was called by the Caretaker too..." looking down, "But it seems I've forgotten a few things over the sleep..." he muttered in a quiet voice, looking around at the other already opened pods, "I may not know much, but I am certain there is something wrong here. M-my name is Daresso, by the way."

He stuck out his hand for anyone to grab it, putting up his best smile, how betraying to his true feelings it may be. 

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