Eilaphor

Time passed, and Yur found himself coming back to the same point over and over again.

I am forgetting something. What is it?

The constant reversal, though startling in the beginning, was gradually fading from his memory.

The same scene, the same beginning, the same whipping—the same… everything!

I need to make sure I don't forget!

Distress was overwhelming him, for he could not recall many things.

It was as if whenever he tried to remember, something blurred his recollections.

There was a curtain in his mind that he couldn't part; it was too heavy to move, too thick to see through. Yet, he knew there was something on the other side.

"Hey! What are you doing?!"

It was the same shout he had heard hundreds of times. Turning his head, he knew exactly where the whip would land, from where it would come.

He sidestepped slightly—though his movements were slow—barely managing to dodge it.