Island of Patched Up Memories

This mysterious room feels oddly patched together, like a disjointed dream. No one knows where the Gittem came from, nor where it's going, but... it definitely exists. Whose claw marks are these? Who tipped over this bottle? I tried asking the Gittem, but it wouldn't answer. Then, as it swished its little tail, I caught a whiff of this room's strangely familiar scent.