I don't remember my name. I don't know who I am. Always lost in thoughts of trying to find my self, the truth of my existence. But all of this to no avail.

Sometimes I say words or things that I don't remember learning. They just come out naturally as if I have learned them at some point of time.

I don't know how I came here, but this place is lifeless, not a single a soul, as far as the eyes can see. This place , it feels so cold and lonely as if it was a prison meant for someone who has committed a crime that even God can never forgive. A sin for which even the devil looks up to.

Somewhere deep inside me I feel like, if I can open up my past then I will know the truth that I have been searching for all this time.  The reason as to why I am inside this prison like place.

I always want to escape from this place. It makes me feel like if I live any longer here I'd go crazy.

But this place makes me realize how people should cherish the life they have been given.

The only way I found to escape this place is to live lives. I mean not mine but others. I don't remember when I started this but the need to escape this place made me to live this lives and integrate with the people.

The lives I live are sometimes of a king, prince, beggar, murderer, bandit, priest, demon, beast, ant, demi-humans and many others. I know what you are thinking, I mean all this lives and the information would make anyone go crazy.

But for some reason one sentence always makes me calm down. The only hope I have left of leaving this place permanently. It's to complete living thousand lives.

After meeting certain conditions I am ejected from the life I am living. And the conditions are really crazy.

But the craziest thing among all of this is that all this lives are not from one world or timeline. Sometimes it's a world full of magic, sometimes a world dominated by martial arts, sometimes a world where woman are considered to be the center of society, sometimes a world of science, sometimes a world of wars carrying misery, and many more.

For some unknown reasons I can perfectly remember how many lives I have lived so far . The number of lives I have lived is 900. I know this sound crazy but its true

My search for a way to get out of here is relentless. On my search of a way to escape, I search for a way to get my memory that I might have had lost somewhere.

In between the memories of all the lives i have lived I lost mine. In between all this personalities that integrated with me I have lost my self.

I know one thing that is if you can learn and remember your past then you know who you or what you truly are.