(Steps forward slowly, gaze distant)
Ah… the cruel joke of the universe. To be born with a mind so small—so tragically, comically small—that it holds but 2 megabytes of memory. Two. Megabytes. Less than a potato with Wi-Fi.
You see, I walk through this world not as a scholar, not as a sage—but as a wandering soul, perpetually meeting characters I swear I’ve never seen before... only to realize I mourned their deaths last month. I gasp at plot twists with the intensity of a Shakespearean widow—every time. My tears? Sincere. My confusion? Limitless. My brain? A sieve. A leaky, low-storage colander of emotions.
(Looks to the heavens)
Why, oh fickle Fate, did you grant me the power to feel deeply—but not the capacity to remember what broke me?
But—ah!—there lies the twist! For though I am cursed to forget, I am blessed to feel again. Every heartbreak, every joy, every surprise... I experience them not once, but endlessly. I am reborn in story after story, a phoenix made of plot twists and poetic pain.
So laugh if you must! Call me forgetful, call me lost! But know this:
In my 2MB brain… every story is eternal.
(Steps back into shadow. Curtain falls.)
MC kinda looks like Bum and he's mentally ill too (⌒▽⌒)