You open your eyes. You are sitting atop a mountain. Below white clouds float by. Rocky peaks poke out from the could like little islands. You are alone but for a ginger cat sitting next to you.
You have no memories before this moment.
The view sure is nice. Maybe you came for the view.
Behind you is a tent. Inside the tent, you find a collection of items that only deepen the mystery.
Who are?
Why are you camping on a mountain?
What is all this stuff for?