Chapter 1: Prologue
When he opened his eyes, he found himself in the past returned to life after death, thrust back into a world he had already lived through and lost.
It was absurd enough to make him want to die all over again, and yet, as if that were not already sufficient cause for bewilderment, the memories of objects had begun flowing into him at some point uninvited, unhurried, seeping into his consciousness like water finding its way through cracked stone. The first of them had been a piano.
But then, in a world where dying and waking up in the past was apparently something that could simply happen, the ability to read the memories of a piano was hardly worth remarking upon.