This seems too good to be true.

You find yourself questioning your memories, finding that the harder you try to recall them, the less clear they become.

You soon find your memories of your conquest of Estara to be almost entirely unrecognizable, and, blinded by confusion, you stand from your throne, knocking your three slaves to the ground in the process.

You run to the throne room's doors, shoving against them only to find them locked. you heave against them, bringing all of your strength to bear, but you would make more progress trying to open a stone wall.

"Don't bother with that" A quiet, seductive feminine voice calls out behind you. "You'll only hurt yourself"

You whirl around, expecting to find that one of your three slaves is the speaker.

What you see is something else entirely.