• The Garden of Memories
• The Day Time Found Me
• The Darkest Spring
• The Light in the Void

There is a place that doesn't obey time.
A creation of my own.
Sitting behind the veil, hidden between heartbeats lies a garden just for me,
a refuge to keep record of my past, to not lose myself.
That's where I go when my memories start to fade.
They don't all stay with me, not forever.
A price I have to pay for the millennia I have existed for,
So, I plant them.
Each moment, each person, each pain I cant afford to lose,
Some bloom with joy.
Others dry out and wilt in silence.
But they are all still mine.
If you're reading this, welcome to my garden.
Walk carefully.
Some of these petals still bleed.
Petal Status: Rooted deep. Memory stable.

The smoke had cleared...
And all that remained was ash
I woke in the shattered quiet of the safe room— the air thick, every breath heavy with dust and loss.
I staggered out, calling for them.
My mother, my father... my siblings.
But no voice called back.
No footsteps came.
Only silence
I dropped to my knees. The cold stone bit through my skin as the weight of it all sank in.
Grief. Confusion. Guilt.
I didn’t know what I had done, or why it had happened.
Only that I was alone.
But then— voices.
Hope sparked... for a moment.
Until I saw them.
The ones who brought the ruin.
They weren’t finished.
They came for me.
I ran. Through rubble, through flame, through the ghosts of what had been.
My vision blurred, my legs a full of pain. I didn’t know where I was going— only that I had to get
away.
Then it happened.
A tear in the world opened before me— a portal. I didn’t stop to question it.
I fell through.
I don’t remember landing.
Only the sensation of... wrongness.
The world I entered was twisted. Crooked skies. Echoes where sound should be.
This world was dying.
A whisper followed me — something that tugged at my soul, begging, calling...
Restore it... mend it... time is bleeding...
But I didn't care.
What was there left to fix?My world was gone.
My family was gone.
I kept walking.
I don't know for how long, days, weeks, years?
Until my legs finally gave out, and I collapsed into darkness.
Petal Status: Fading, Trauma in Bloom. Memory Blurred.

They say time is endless.
That it flows, unbroken, from beginning to end.
But there was a time where it bled.
The seams tore, and the veil of reality ruptured.
Even the clocks stopped their whispering.
But I didn't know any of this..
That day, I had wandered far from the palace—
playing where I shouldn't, as always.
Through a forgotten forest I went,
until I found it:
A field caught in stillness, frozen in time
At its center...
something hung in the air—
like a crack in reality, quietly humming.
It called to me.
And of course, by childish curiosity...
I touched it.
And something touched back.
An energy surged through my body and I passed out.
When I awoke back home, I knew I wasn't just myself anymore.
I was connected to something bigger, something vast.
A burden I never asked for...
Woven into my soul.
Petal Status: Blooming under strain. Memory delicate.

My eyes were open....
but there was nothing to see,
I could still feel
and yet, there was nothing to feel.
I was floating—weightless— in endless darkness.
A quiet so complete, I thought:
I must be dead.
And maybe I was,
Not in body, but in spirit.
There was nothing left for me to hold on to.
No place I longed to reach.
No future I could imagine.
I had let go
But just when the last bit of myself began to fade...
—a glow.
The compass...
The one my brother had once placed in my hand,
now shimmered softly against the void.
And then —
Their Voices.
My siblings
Laughter.
Music.
The warmth of dreams I had long buried.
My sister’s songs echoed like starlight.
My brother’s adventures unraveled like stories in the wind.
And I realized —
If I faded now...
Who would remember them?
A flicker of purpose stirred in my chest.
I still didn’t understand the burden placed upon me —
the weight that chased me across worlds.But I knew one thing:
I would carry it.
For them.
For the ones I lost.
And as the will to live returned,
a piercing light burst from my eye—
a gear turning for the first time.
A sign that something within me had awakened.
The darkness cracked.
And I fell—
back into the broken world.
Not whole,
but no longer lost.
Changed.
And determined to move forward
Petal Status: Glowing, full of hope . Memory Fundamental.