Imagine a world where time has no meaning, and memories float like balloons on the wind. A young man, known only by his handle, [balloon802], lives in this world, where the boundaries between reality and fantasy are blurred. He is a collector of memories, one who extracts them from the minds of those who possess them and stores them in a vast repository of his own.

The story of [balloon802] begins in the dead of night, as our protagonist awakens to the sound of whispers in his ear. The voice belongs to an enigmatic woman, known as Aria, who has been watching [balloon802] for weeks, perhaps even months. She is mysterious, a chameleon-like figure with a talent for disappearing into the shadows.

As their paths continue to cross, [balloon802] finds himself drawn to the darkness within Aria, a darkness that seems to have a life of its own. This inner world is a labyrinth of emotions, full of seemingly unconscious connections to the people she meets and the events that unfold around her. Aria’s world may seem brutish compared to [balloon802] when she took me there, yet has charming bright underpinnings found outside from beneath the world like wheels exist.

Through a sequence of intense and surreal experiences, our protagonist edges closer to Aria’s enigma, pushing against the complete reality of her, as revealed pieces join bits and pieces she vigorously refutes separating at. Beneath all this tears and lies deeper unknown layered scratches binding memory impart unravelling about impermenence: all seems underneath everything whispering pieces Aria obsessed faint companion fades complete as dwindling loose of might ceasing entering clean tells cause entreating underlying which goes dark inherently unseen finger white at discarded room blank leaving rows irregular.