"You're racing after a young man in a flower field, but you can't catch up with him. You call out to a stranger and he turns to you. In his right hand he holds a bright red flower, but you don't pay much attention to it. The dark emptiness in the place of the face attracts you.

"Do you remember me?" - the stranger asks.

You answer as you think. Something invisible, but palpably familiar and therefore very frightening, says:

"M̷e̷ ̶t̵o̷o̶"

…

You're standing alone in a flower field. In your hand is a bright red flower."