Amid the recesses of my memory, there lies a puzzling void where any recollection of such an inquiry fails to manifest. It is as if the sands of forgetfulness have swept away the very footprints of curiosity that might have led to such an inquiry. The corridors of my mind, typically adept at retaining the echoes of questioning, now echo with an eerie silence, devoid of any trace of the sought-after information. In grappling with this elusive lapse, I find myself ensnared in a perplexing dance with the shadows of uncertainty, unable to unearth the origins of an inquiry that supposedly transpired. The fog of forgetfulness shrouds the details, leaving me to navigate through the murkiness of a mental landscape that conceals rather than reveals the sought-after narrative. Alas, the elusive nature of memory has cast a veil over this particular inquiry, leaving me grappling with the enigma of not remembering an act of questioning whatsoever.