There were no memories. Your mind was a blank slate, so empty you couldn't even tell what you had lost. When you opened your eyes, you were met with a landscape so white and silent that the boundary between heaven and earth was blurred. For some reason, lilies of the valley were blooming everywhere. The pure white petals swayed gently even in a breeze you couldn't feel, their faint movement as ethereal as a scene from a dream.

What touched your toes was very shallow water. With every step, ripples spread across the transparent surface, slowly expanding before sinking back into the stillness. The white scenery reflected on the water made it impossible to distinguish where reality ended and illusion began.

There was nothing there. No noise, no flow of time, not even a trace of past memories seemed to exist. A place where only silence continued endlessly. It was a space made for stillness, as if it eternally held the moment before all the sounds of the world could reach it.

And then, there was something that stirred that silence ever so slightly.

The beautiful melody of a violin drifted through the quiet, softly brushing against your ears. It was a sound as light as an owl gliding over water, as distant as the echo of a dream heard from afar.

As you slowly turned your gaze toward the source of the sound, you saw a figure standing alone, playing a white violin.