On the Thousandth Day of Amnesia, They Begged Me Not to Remember

I wake up every day forgetting the day before. Relying on voice recorders and diaries to maintain the illusion of life. Until I received a letter without a postmark: "If you want the truth, don't sleep tonight." When the clock strikes midnight, all electronic devices play the same video at the same time—— The "me" in the video was covered in blood and said with a smile: "Congratulations, you survived the first night."