Zarestia

Raw elements rage in constant war around you but seem to have a different  effect on you than normal. Your body seems soft and insubstantial, and even though you can't physically feel the storm, you can see it picking at your memories like a tightly wound ball of string. Your body seems frayed as these memory strings lift off your skin and whip around in the chaos of unmaking. A tiny bit at a time, memories begin vanishing and disintegrating off into the storm. What you ate on October 5, 2017... gone and vanishing up like a tendril of smoke: a million silly things that nobody really cares about, but somehow you realize that these tiny supporting details are the mortar that holds your most precious memories intact. You realize with panic that if it continues, it will begin to erase the core memories that make you who you are. You suddenly realize there is another being present.