MEMORIES AND ABU HORMUZ

Episode 1 - Awaken

As if he had heard someone calling him, the man opened his eyes. Darkened. Maybe at night? But it's not jet black, there's still light there. A fire, over his head. A fire was lit by someone. Candleholder. Not only one candle, but several small candle sticks are placed at uniform intervals

parallel to the wall that seems to stretch without end. Where is this?

For some reason, he's having a hard time breathing. He touched the wall and felt that it was hard and rough. Actually it could not be called a wall, rather it was a stone. And of course, if one slept on a rock, then his back would hurt. Maybe he was in the cave? It does feel like it. The cavern? Why is he in the cave?

The candles were placed in a place high enough on it, but if he got up and stuck out his hand, he might be able to reach it. However, it was dark enough that he could not even measure the length of his own arm, and he saw almost nothing under his feet.

He could feel the presence of others around him. If he heard carefully, he could listen to the gasping breaths of others. Other guy? What would he do if someone else was with him? He doesn't know, but it seems pretty bad. However, the voice seemed to have come from someone else.

“Is there anyone else here?” he called out with a little fear.

“Ya.” Replies are heard immediately. It was the voice of a man.

“I'm here,” the other voice replied, and this time it's a woman's voice.

“Emmm Another male voice answered.

“It looks like so,” someone else answered it.

“How many people are here?”

“Why don't you try to count it?”

“Which is more important, where are we?”

“I don't know...”.

“Nobody knows?”

“What the fuck is this?”

She's confused. What's the matter? Why is he here? Wh why? How long has he been here?

The man clenched his hands tightly against his chest, as if he wanted to tear something apart. He doesn't understand. How long has he been here, why is he here? When he thought about it all, he felt that there was a certain part of his brain that knew the answers to all those questions, yet it vanished before he could recall it. He doesn't know. That pisses him off. He doesn't understand anything.

“We can't sit here forever,” someone said. It was the voice of a raucous and low man.

He could hear the sound of rocks being stepped on under the soles of his feet. It seemed like the person who was speaking was rising from his seat.

“Where are you going?” a woman's voice asked him.

“I will try to walk through the candles laid out on the wall,” he replied to show that it was the only thing he could work on.

Wasn't that man scared? Why isn't he angry? The man who was two candles away was quite tall. He could see the man's head slightly due to the dim light from the candle. Her hair is not black.

“I'm also coming,” one of the girls said so.

“It seems, I also came,” someone else also stated the same thing, it was a male voice.

“T-Wait a minute! Then I'll come too!” the voice of another boy also returned it.

"There is also a path in the opposite direction" said another person. His voice was slightly high-pitched shrill, but perhaps he was a man. "However, there's no candle there."

"If you want to go in that direction, then just go," the silver-haired man replied indifferently, as he continued walking.

It seemed like everyone was following the silver-haired man. So, the other man followed her as well. He did not want to be left alone, so he hurriedly got up to stand up. He walked with them stiffly, his one-handed salag groped along the stone wall. The ground below was not smooth, and somewhat bumpy, yet he was still able to cross it.

There were several people in front of and behind him, but he did not know who they were. From his voice, he guessed that everyone there was young. Even though it was only one or two people, it seemed like there was someone I knew within this group.

Someone I know? An acquaintance? A buddy? Bizarrely. I can't think of a single thing. Nope,

that's not. More precisely, the faces of people called "acquaintances" or "friends" simply disappeared as I tried to remember them. He doesn't remember a thing. Not just his friends, but even

his family. But strangely, he did not feel that his memory was lost. It felt more like his memory was blurred as he tried to recall it.

"... Perhaps it was better not to think about such things" the man said to himself.

A reply came from someone behind him. It must be the voice of a young girl. "Not thinking about what?"

"No, there's no. There's nothing. It's just…"

There ain't? Really? Doesn't there really exist? What is meant by “just”?

The man shook his head. Somewhere, it seems they need to stop. But they keep walking. They have to keep going. It would be better not to think of anything. He had a feeling that if he tried to remember more, more and more things would be forgotten.

The candle still continues

lined up non-stop. He never knew when these candles were coming

it ends. How far do they have to walk? Maybe they should walk

pretty far. Or maybe their destination is not far away anymore. Whatever it is, he

don't know. He has lost the sensitivity of time and space.

"There's something here" someone in front of him said. "Pretty bright. Is that a lamp?"

"There's a gate" said the silver-haired man, and the other man replied "Maybe it's a way out!"

Soon after, the man's legs felt lighter. Although he could not see anything, he had a feeling that they were heading in the right direction. Their footsteps accelerated further, and before long they could see it. Brighter than any candle, it was a lantern hung on the wall. That thing

light on a structure that looks like a gate.

The silver-haired man stuck out his hand and shook it violently. In addition to his silver hair, he was also dressed like a gangster. "I opened it" said the silver-haired man, and as he shook it a little harder, the gate opened with a creak.

"Whoa!" Some people were screaming at once.

"Can we get out of here?" Said a girl, who was right behind the person.The wear was rather striking, even very conspicuous.

The silver-haired man took a few steps forward through the gate. "There's a ladder. We can go upstairs. "

The staircase leads into a narrow, moldy, smelly corridor connected to another stone staircase, but there is no candle, but a source of light that comes out of nowhere. everyone immediately formed a line and began to rise bit by bit. At the top, there's another gate, but this one won't

budging.

The silver-haired man banged several times with his fist. "Is there anyone there? Please open the gate!" His shouting. He sounds very angry.

The flashy-looking girl behind him joined in, she shouted with all the air gathered in her lungs. "Is there anyone there?! Open gate!"

"Hey! Open the gate quickly!" The person behind them, that short-haired messy man, also shouted.

Something happened shortly after. The silver-haired man pulled a hand from the door and retreated slightly. Looks like someone has come behind that door. The messy hair and the flashy girl also suddenly fell silent. There was a sound of a falling glass, and the pintum was opened.

"Get out" said someone. For some reason, the man knew that it was the voice of the person who had unlocked the door.

The stairs led to a room built of stone. There were no windows, but the lighting continued to light up on the room, there was also a set of stairs leading to the floor other than the one they climbed on. The room itself looked rather primitive and smelled. To be sure, it is not a room like in general today. The person who opened the gate was also dressed strangely. And what makes it even more strange is that the clothes that cover his body are not only made of cloth, but also of metal.... Is it really ... steel?

And the one covering that guy's head .. the guy really wants to call it a war helmet. That thing

hanging on the waist of the person was not a stick. Maybe it was a sword? Armor, helmet, and sword. What time is this? Or, if he were to consider anything else, shouldn't this situation cause him a little worry?

When the armoured man pulled something fixed onto the wall, the walls and floor trembled slightly, and a heavy sound echoed throughout the room. Some parts of the wall moved, and opened slowly. A stone wall entered, and a rectangular-shaped hole appeared before him.

"Get out" said the armored man once more, pointing his chin at the hole.

it stretches non-stop in all directions. They stood on a high hill, and behind them, a great tower loomed high. Were they in that building? Or it might be more accurate to say that they were just below him ...

Counting the number of people who were there, there were eight boys including the silver-haired man, the messy-haired man, and the man himself, and four girls including the showy-looking girl, their total number is 12 people. The atmosphere was still dark enough that he could not see everyone's figure in detail, but if judged by figure, clothing, hairstyle, and facial features in general….. the man did not recognize them at all.

"It looks like a city" said someone. She has fine hair and is physically slender. He pointed in a direction outside the hill.

When looking in that direction, the man could see the building jostling. It was a city. It really looks like a city. It must be a city. Around it there is a high fence, no, not a fence. More precisely, it was a towering sturdy wall.

"It was more like a castle than a city," the skinny man wearing black-framed glasses spoke up.

"A castle" the man whispered to himself. Why does his voice not sound like his own?

"So ... Where is this?" A shy-looking little girl nervously asked from behind the body of the silver-haired man.

"There's no point in asking me, because I don't know either" the man replied.

"Ah, sorry. Does anyone know? Where are we?"

No one knows anything, unless there are some people who deliberately give a problem to you

that shy little girl, or if there are people who are prying information for some particular reason.

"Seriously?" Said the contents of the messy-haired man while combing his disheveled hair.

"Aah!" Said another man wearing a striped jersey, as he clapped. He has a kind of aura that impresses ‘never hard’.

"Why don't we ask him, the armoured man guarding the gate?"

Everyone turned their attention to the door. They finally realized something. The door is getting

narrow and narrow.

The stone rose up from the ground, and little by little closed the gap where they had come out earlier.

"Wait…….." A man never has trouble rushing inside in a panic, but he doesn't make it in time. The gap disappeared, and it returned to being a wall that never seemed to split.

"Wait, how could this possibly happen? Whoever does this, just get here, and stop everything"." he said, wiping his hands over the wall. He did a futile job banging on those hard walls. Nothing happened.

Soon he gave up and slumped his body to the ground.

"It's not good" a girl with long braided hair said.

"What's right?" the messy-haired man crouched down, until his head was level with his knees. "Seriously so? Seriously nihhhh ..????”

"And they're on time!" A girl's shrill voice echoed around them.

Who'sis that? There were four girls: the flashy girl, the braid-haired girl, the shy little girl, and finally a girl who was even smaller than him, his body size may be less than 120 cm. The woman's shrill voice did not seem to have come from the flashy girl, the braid, or even

petite-shy. It might not even be the voice of a super-little girl.

"Everything has appeared, yes, come to visit, yes. You wonder where this is? Here, I'll tell you!”

"Where is this?!" men never have trouble shouting, jumping to stand.

"Jangaaaaaann keburu, jangaaaaaaann yell, jangaaaaaann rumble, tetaaappp quiet!" I don't know why, but the voice came from behind the tower. "Cha-lalalalaan, cha-lalalalaan, Lalan ..." While kicking,

another girl who pops her head out of the tower. Her hair was tied in a rustic girl-like style.

"Hello. How are. Welcome to Hormuz. My name is Ruemedan Ahmad, allow me to be your guide. It's nice to meet you guys. It's nice to meet you"

"The way he spoke irritated me," the man with a pouty hair said. His jaw was being crushed so hard, that the sound of his teeth grinding could be heard.

"Gee!" Ruemedan Ahmad pulled his head in for a while, then gushed it again. "Very scary. Very scary. I beg you not to be angry like thatuuuuuuuu. Okay well? Okay well? okay?"

The fat-haired man clicked his tongue at her. "Then don't piss me off!"

"Diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" Ruemedan Ahmad jumped out from under the tower and bowed in front of all

people. "Ahmad will be polite from now on! Saaaangat sopaaan! Is it no problem for you? It's okay, right?”

"You did it on purpose!"

"Ups, they realized it! Whoops, oops, don't get angry, don't hit, don't kick, Ahmad doesn't like pain, I'd rather be treated with baaaaaiik. So, can we start the conversation? Can I do my job?”

"Hurry up and do that," said the silver-haired man in a low voice. Unlike the smitten-haired man, he did not look angry; however, his voice sounded rather threatening.

"All right." Ruemedan Ahmad smiled widely. "I'll continue my work, okay?"

The sky became brighter than it was a few minutes ago, and it gradually grew brighter. The time is not dusk, on the contrary, it is morning. The night turned into dawn.

"For now, mohooooon come with me. Or, I'll leave you…. "

Kuncrit Ruemedan Ahmad swung left-right as he walked towards them. There is a road that leads from the tower to the bottom of the hill. On both sides of the road made of black soil there was a stretch of grass, and on the meadows around the hill, a large number of white stones were scattered. The number of rocks is very large, and seems to be arranged in a certain pattern. There might be people who deliberately put the stones there.

"Hey, is that ..." the messy-haired man pointed towards the rock. "Is that a tombstone?”

The man started to creep. The messy-haired man was right too, there were some inscriptions carved on the stone surface. Some stones even have flowers placed in front of them. Graves. Is this whole hill area a cemetery?

Ruemedan Ahmad, walking to the front of the group, he did not even pay attention to the expanse of tombstones.

"Hehehehe," he giggled.

"That's possible. Who knows. But don't worry, and don't worry. It's not time you guys were there. It's not time you guys were there, is it? Ehehehe ... "

The flap-haired man clicked his tongue again at the girl, and he stomped the ground in annoyance. He looked quite angry, but he seemed willing to follow Ruemedan Ahmad wherever he went. The silver-haired man continued to follow him, as did the bespectacled man, the flashy-looking girl, and also the super-little girl.

The man never has trouble shouting, "Oi! Oh! I'm coming too, I'm coming too! I'm coming too!" and he started chasing the silver-haired man while falling down.

There were not many options here, but where did Ruemedan Ahmad direct them to? Where's this? Men

it sighed and turned its gaze to the sky. "A...pa…." He's flabbergasted.

What was that?

It hung low enough in the sky, but it was not the sun. It was too big to be a star, after all it was shrinking. The shape is similar to a half moon or crescent moon. Maybe it was the moon. But if it's really the moon, it shouldn't be like that ...

"It's red."

The man blinked a few times and looked at the object again and again. No matter how much he looked at it, it was clearly red like Ruby. Behind him, the shy little girl also noticed it. The man turned his head and found that the girl was also staring at the strange moon.

"What.." The braided girl seemed to have noticed it too She blinked a few times then chuckled softly. "Oh, big moon, you look so red. Very lovely. "

The fine-haired man stared at the red moon hanging in the dawn sky. His facial expression looked astonished.

"Whoa," said the messy-haired man with wide-eyed gaze.

There was another man whose body was too big, but it seemed that he was just muttering in a low and polite tone.

The man did not know where he was, where he came from, or how he got here. He could not remember anything related to those things. But there was one thing he really believed in, which was: where he came from, the moon didn't look red like this. That is, he is not from a place

these.

The red moon is unnatural.