Re: [Monoceros]
As you swallow the memory berry, you feel something in your stomach clench and your mind seems to fray at the edges for a split second as you experience the memory unfolding in your consciousness.
You sigh, rubbing the oil deep into your skin, even the pond didn't seem to feel good anymore. The ointment kept the heat of the unusual summer from just draining you dry. You offer up a quick prayer to the [Old Man] before twisting the spade and uprooting another herb. It was still only the seventh cycle, and you don't want to run out of the balm.
As you return, the memory settles, interlaced with the rest of your recovered life, as if that was just another part of the world and people you left behind. It's hard to shake any of the conviction that it was real and it had happened to you, any more than you would a normal memory.