What is lost in the dark corners of your mind,
Always waiting for you to find?
Hidden in the depths of your spirit and soul,
Let nothing stand in the way of your goal
To observe and see the beautiful sight
Of visions appearing clear and bright.
Bruised, buried, or discarded,
It takes time for them to return unguarded.
Most do come back safe and sound
Recalled from deep underground.
Being a part of your senses' connection,
Restored, they return to your collection.
"Once you've met someone, you never really forget them. It just takes a while for your memories to return."—Zeniba.
Answer: Missing Memories
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