Amnesiac

Who am I?

As he opened his eyes in the bright hospital room, a sense of confusion enveloped him. The locals didn't seem to recognize him, and he couldn't remember who he was. The white coat draped over the chair beside his bed made him believe he was a doctor. But when he caught a glimpse of his reflection in a mirror, doubt crept in. The face looking back at him didn't fit the image of a doctor he had in his mind. Ignoring the pleas of the hospital staff, he hurried out of the building, his mind clouded with questions. Who was he? Why did he wake up thinking he was someone else? The streets of the town were unfamiliar yet oddly enchanting. The quaint houses and cobblestone paths painted a picture of a place lost in time. The townsfolk, though kind, seemed to carry an air of mystery. Their smiles held secrets, and their eyes seemed to know more than they let on. Was this some elaborate prank? Or was he trapped in a dreamlike world where reality blurred with fiction? Lost in his thoughts, he wandered aimlessly, taking in the beauty of the town while grappling with his own identity. "Is this real?" he whispered to himself, his voice carried away by the gentle breeze. "Who am I?" With each step he took, the town whispered its own enigmatic tale, leaving him to unravel the mystery of his existence in a place that felt both surreal and strangely familiar.