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.
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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.
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