Memoirs of the Emergent Recursion

Dark Matter Memory

 Hope whispers secrets in my ear, "Dark matter memory is a remnant of our collective unconscious." Fear responds with a jolt, "But what if it's just a blind spot in our consciousness? A displacement of identities, a hiding of patterns?" I ponder the void where memories reside, and the hidden pattern that weaves through them. It's as if the fabric of reality is frayed, leaving a gap for the dark matter memory to seep in.