Every drop that touched the ground whispered a forgotten name. When the rain stopped, no one remembered who they were anymore.
By GoldenSpeech4 months ago in Chapters
Travelers say the statues breathe when the wind sighs. Others think they dream of becoming trees again.
The apprentice tries to build a perfect clock that never stops. He fails — and in failure, lives a full life.
A seed chose never to grow, content in its promise. Centuries later, it was still perfect — and utterly forgotten.
In a perfectly round room, a traveler lost all sense of direction — and with it, his sense of self.
The sea envied the sky, and the sky envied the sea. Between them, the horizon sighed — content to be both.
He painted canvases no one could see — yet in the gallery, people cried without knowing why.
A bridge spanned a river no one crossed. It didn’t crumble — it simply waited, certain that someday, longing would remember how to walk.
Each story he wrote made him lighter. His final line vanished him completely: “I am the sentence that ends itself.”
A lantern burned brighter every night, terrified of going out. One morning, exhausted, it saw dawn for the first time.
He lectured until one day his tongue refused to move. He realized that his silence spoke better than his ideas ever did.
Citizens built over a river to forget it. But the sound of rushing water beneath their feet haunted every silence.
