With every interaction, a part of her memory seemed to fade. At first, it was minor details, like where she had left her keys or the name of a colleague.
But as the days went on, the gaps grew larger. Despite the growing concern, Tanya couldn't resist the pull of the tablet. She felt an almost addictive need to communicate with the Rokunians.
She hoped to learn more, perhaps even to find a way to preserve her memory while continuing the conversations.
One evening, Tanya sat in her dimly lit study, the tablet glowing softly in front of her.
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