1st Apr 2025
In a quiet land, speaking about the past was not allowed. Every morning, Mr. Memory woke up feeling strange. "Why do I see shadows?" he asked a bird on his window. The bird chirped, but it did not answer. Mr. Memory whispered softly, "I wish I could remember..." He decided to walk to the border where stories were sent away forever. The sun was shining, and the trees swayed gently as he walked, feeling a mix of hope and fear in his heart.
As he approached the border, there were tall walls and big guards, watching closely. Mr. Memory took a deep breath and said, "I need to remember!" The guards looked puzzled but did not stop him. He saw a door, old and rusty, and it creaked open. Beyond it, he felt a rush of warm air and heard distant voices. "What if my memories are hiding there?" he thought. Gathering courage, he stepped through the door, ready to discover the past and find the pieces of himself.
Inside, Mr. Memory found a garden of colors he had never seen. Flowers whispered softly, sharing secrets from long ago. He listened closely, and with each story, a shadow in his mind lifted. "This is where memories sleep," he realized, as his heart filled with a warm glow. He knew he had to take these stories back home, to help his quiet land remember again.
He picked a small flower, glowing like the moon, and held it close. "I will carry you," he promised, as the voices began to hum a gentle melody. Each step back through the old door was lighter, as if the flower gave him wings. The guards smiled kindly, understanding his mission, and let him pass with a nod. The world seemed brighter, as if even the sky knew stories would soon return.
When Mr. Memory arrived home, he planted the flower in the heart of the village. It blossomed into a tree, full of shimmering leaves that whispered stories in the breeze. People gathered around, listening and remembering. The shadows in Mr. Memory's heart faded away, replaced by songs of courage and discovery. Together, they rejoiced, knowing that stories would never be forgotten again.
