The moon shone down brightly on the orange and green leaves of the forest. The surrounding trees felt like an enclosure with an endless path leading down no where. The building intensity of the distant rustling of the leaves would scare anyone who decided to go wandering around this forest. Mark ran down the path, hoping this seemingly endless journey to the tower, where he had lived for many years, would come to a close soon. He had been away from the tower, looking randomly around for something that would protect the large domain of the structure. At the break of dawn, he made it to the chipped wooden door of the altitudinous tower. Mark set his dry hands on the old wooden door with great relief and a expectation for it to open on its own.

Mark pushed against the door, and despite applying sufficient force, could not open the door.
"Strange!", he quietly thought to himself. Although familiar, there was something different about what he remembered about his old abode. He looked down, and noticed some mysterious markings just above the handle. Etched in the wood were 5 blue glowing foreign symbols, and below that, a concise message.

You are not what you remember!

"What does this all mean? Nothing I have done in the past few days have made an ounce of sense, and this has only added to my ever-growing confusion," Mark ponders to himself.

Indeed, the last few days have been unusually quiet, and the people around the tower have been peculiarly civil. In fact, Mark's last memory of the quiet town around the tower has been one of chaos and disorder.

"There's something suspicious going on," Mark says quietly to himself, as he ruminates the irony that a town bathing in peace feels troubling. Mark turns away from the tower, and heads into town, determined to find some clarity on what is going on.

As Mark strolled through the town, he couldn't help but notice the blank expressions on the faces of the townspeople. It was as if they were all in a trance, going about their daily routines with no recollection of who they were or where they came from. Mark approached a group of townspeople and asked them if they knew him, but all he received in return were vacant stares and mumbled responses.

Determined to get to the bottom of this mystery, Mark decided to visit the town's local library. As he browsed through the shelves, he stumbled upon a dusty old book titled "The Forgotten Town: A History of Memory Erasure." Intrigued, he flipped through the pages and discovered that the town had been taken over by a mysterious force that had the ability to erase memories.

But what puzzled Mark the most was that the force had targeted him as well, wiping out his memories of his past life and his connection to the town. Suddenly, everything made sense. The strange symbols on the door of his tower, the blank expressions of the townspeople, it all pointed to a sinister plot to erase the memories of everyone in the town.

As Mark delved further into the book, he learned that there was one person in the town who had somehow managed to resist the memory erasure; the village idiot. The idiot, known as Bobo, was the only one who remembered everything that had happened before the mysterious force took over.

With a newfound sense of determination, Mark set out to find Bobo and unravel the secrets of the forgotten town. He searched high and low, asking everyone he met if they knew where Bobo could be found. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Mark stumbled upon a small shack on the outskirts of town. Inside, sitting in a corner, was Bobo, rocking back and forth and muttering to himself.

"Bobo, it's me, Mark. Do you remember me?" Mark asked, hoping for some answers.

Bobo looked up with a vacant expression, his eyes clouded over with confusion. "Mark? Who's Mark?"