Dismembered

 "Every morning I open my eyes to the world. I know who I am, I know what I've done.
The catch is, I don't remember a single bit of it."

  Imagine a man who is, by all outward appearances, still himself. However, what the public sees is only half of what exists within. And what exists within is truly just a wisp of the spirit, dancing about its empty, dark casement, with no sense of past, present, or future. The lost, dismembered spirit does not actually know who he is, but simply knows how he is expected to behave as if he were still the same person as before.
Before what? That's a very good question. A good question, but one which the spirit cannot answer. All of his experiences are locked up in the star-shaped necklace he wears about his neck. If separated from this necklace, his already shattered sense of self begins to fade. If the necklace is broken, the body will die.
And so, the ghost desperately searches for the reason his host has retreated to the confines of a simple piece of jewelry.

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We all know him. That friend who seems to know everyone, but no one actually knows them. 
This is dedicated to that person. 

-Argentia Krystofel