Ophelia was not sure what she had done.

Her memory was fading in the strangest ways. Not in pure forgetfulness, but modulation and modification. A procedure done by existence, perhaps to protect herself.

A breath fell out of her snout, her wings opening in a wide display behind her. She didn't need to look; she could feel the pattern of eyes intensely staring down. But there was nothing before her.

A beautiful creature. That was what was in her mind. It had used to be there, beside her, and now it was nowhere. Who were they? What were they? Were they a kin? An enemy? ..A lover?

Ophelia did not remember. Her tail flicked to the side, knocking several small rocks away. Her neck rotated and stretched before she stood up. Her eyes watched that spot, trying to imagine what it was.

But nothing came.

Doubt stretched across her face as conflict brewed within. She had to learn; to solve. To figure out where this mystery had left her. Who it was; was she to encounter them later? Or was it the past? Had she truly ever seen them?

But she was smart. She would figure it out. She would make them, if she had to. Craft with her own claws. Shaped with her own thoughts. She would make them, and they would fill the hole that she wasn't sure she truly hard.

Ophelia was not sure what she had done, but she knew what to do next.