Honestly, I can't even recall a single moment where our paths may have crossed. It's like my memory is shrouded in a thick fog, unable to penetrate through to any memory of our encounter. It's as if the fibers of time have woven a blanket over the recollections of our interaction, leaving me grasping at empty air in search of any semblance of recognition. My mind is a labyrinth of forgotten faces and lost connections, and sadly, you seem to be a mere ghost of a passerby in the maze of my...