Chapter 51 A Fleeting Memory

• The streets of the European city buzzed with life as Daniel roamed aimlessly, his hands tucked into the pockets of his coat. He had no particular destination in mind—just the need to get out, to breathe, and to escape the oppressive weight of his fractured memories. It had been months since he had woken up in that hospital bed, his past wiped clean, and every day since had been a struggle to piece together who he was.
• The city was new to him, though he couldn't be sure if that was really true or just a consequence of his amnesia. Every street, every building, every face was unfamiliar. It was a beautiful place, with its cobblestone streets, ancient architecture, and the smell of fresh pastries wafting from corner bakeries. But it felt like a blank canvas, offering no clues, no sparks of recognition.
• He walked with no purpose, his mind wandering as much as his feet. He had been staying in this city for a few weeks now, following a vague sense that being somewhere different might help, that the unfamiliar might somehow jog his memory. But it hadn’t. If anything, it had only deepened his sense of disconnection.