Amare's experience of the memory retcon was among the most bizarre she had ever had in her life, and that was saying much. Her consciousness was drowned in memories of the past, memories that she had lived and relived many times in her millennia within her own mind.
She found herself standing in the middle of a large desert, one that was occupied by a tribe of people who worked scraps of clothing woven from fibers extracted from dried cactus. The bright light of the afternoon Sun beamed down upon the entire world around them, almost burning the skin with how much heat it had.
The dry winds that swept over the lands around her seemed to suck away any moisture they could find themselves in, roasting her alive with their heat.
And yet, the people she found herself among were entirely unperturbed by the heat and the light of the bright Sun that towered over the entire world.
Their skin had a light golden tinge to it, like they had spread gold dust across their entire body.
