[Dan Heng sits with this for a moment as the memories of his past life flow into conscious memory. He closes his eyes, letting the past Dan Heng's feelings and thoughts wash over him like waves. Some of them bring the scouring sensation of sand, but mostly it feels like clean saltwater.

Even sweet dreams can be painfully cruel.

He sighs softly and picks up his phone.]

Hello, Noah. I understand quite well how such memories can be traumatizing, and make it difficult to reach out as a result. You do not need to apologize for trying to process what was happening.

What did you wish to talk about?