Opening your eyes on a Sunday afternoon, you grappled with the
impossible - piecing together the fragments of the last night. “How did
I even get home?” The memories were shrouded, veiled by the haze of a
wild night out and a merciless hangover.
With a sigh, you reached for your phone, only to be greeted by 37 missed calls from your friends. Panic set in as you fumbled
to recall what had happened, your mind - a chaotic canvas of blurry images
and disjointed recollections.
Your first instinct was to ensure your brand-new purse, a prized
possession, was unscathed amidst the disarray. "Thank god, the purse is
here. Now, where is my key?" The question reverberated in your mind, a
reminder of the reality. It was apparent— you had lost your key.
In the midst of the hangover-induced haze, you prepared to face the
day's predicament. The key held the power to unlock the reality of the
previous night, a small object with a monumental role. The quest to find
it had begun.