The wind carried more than just air now.
It carried names.
Soft ones.
Forgotten ones.
Names that once mattered… and would matter again.
Amaris stood at the edge of the Forest of Names, eyes closed, letting the wind pass through her hair, her hands, her soul.
> “They’re waking,” the boy said behind her.
> “They’re remembering,” she corrected.
And that was more powerful.
---
The sky pulsed.
Not with sun or moon — but with memory.
It swirled above like constellations of thought, voices whispering through every gust of air.
Each breath Amaris took was filled with a name.
Some she didn’t know.
Some made her heart ache.
Some… made her smile.
But all of them had one thing in common:
> They belonged to someone.
And now, they were being returned.
---
Far from the forest…
Old cities lit up with echoes.
Children spoke names in their sleep.
Dogs barked at shadows that weren’t empty anymore.
Mirrors began reflecting things they shouldn’t — not just faces, but truth.
People began writing again.
Not just words… but stories.
About who they were.
Who they could be.
---
Back in the forest, the boy turned to Amaris.
> “How long will this go on?”
> “Until the last name is spoken,” she said.
> “And then?”
She looked at the Core — now quiet in her chest, not sleeping… just watching.
> “Then we’ll begin again. But this time… no one forgets alone.”
---
That night, they made a fire.
But not of wood.
They burned old chains — real and metaphorical.
Scrolls that once silenced truth.
Locks that once erased names.
Masks people had worn to survive.
Flames danced high.
Above them, the wind roared — not in rage, but in reclamation.
It screamed:
> “We are remembered.”
---
Amaris stood tall in the light.
And the world watched.
She was not a queen.
Not a warrior.
Not a savior.
She was something rarer.
> A witness.
To every name returning.
To every memory healing.
To every soul finding its way back through the dark.
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Fantasy> ❝Memories don't die... They just hide where no one dares to look.❞ Mira thought she was just a normal girl. Until she woke up in a strange room, with a name that wasn't hers and a heart that remembered something... or someone... else. There is som...
