Novel & Cerita A Far-off Memory Is Like A Scattered Dream

Not sad. Not lost. Home. I smiled. “Yes,” I said quietly. “But I think it’s like to remember now.” The wind was warm by the garden. Almost like a happy breath. And far, far away, the sea was somewhere. Not hungry. Not lonely. Just wake up. Like any good story that never completely disappears.

Faded. Pieces of memories. But the pieces… are vague.

I closed my eyes and carefully remembered the scene that had just appeared in my mind. It was just like leaping into an ocean of memories, with memory fragments swimming past me like fishes—even if I tried to catch them, I would slowly be lost in the ocean itself. Nonetheless, even as I was left drawing a blank, I suddenly caught something sticky.

A flood of memories washed over me like a relentless tide, threatening to drown my already fragile spirit. I vividly remembered the beautiful dream: the crimson hues of our first sunset when no one watched us, the way her laughter danced in harmony with the gentle breeze. We had pledged eternal love amidst a field of wildflowers. The promises made, whispered in moments of tender vulnerability, now seemed so far away, fading like the echoes of a forgotten melody.

It was here that fragments of my memory and the specters of my past converged in a nightmarish dance. My heart ached with a profound sense of unease as I grappled with the significance of these haunting elements. They were pieces of a puzzle, fragments of a larger story that I had yet to fully comprehend. This vision held secrets and revelations, but it remained a cryptic enigma, leaving me to navigate the depths of my own psyche in search of answers and clarity. The fear and confusion I felt in that moment were overwhelming, but I knew that I had to confront this unsettling vision and the memories it held, no matter how unsettling or painful they might be.

Memories, like elusive phantoms, danced at the edges of my consciousness, teasing me with glimpses of a childhood long gone. I closed my eyes, trying to summon those fleeting moments of innocence, of laughter and warmth. I could vaguely recall the joyous days of my youth, playing in the park, family dinners filled with love and laughter. But as I ventured into the years after college, the memories grew increasingly distant, slipping through my fingers like sand.

"Isaiah, please. Trust me." "It is just that, sometimes, I have dreams, visions. Some may call it nightmares, I have nightmares of my life. Like an endless rerun of all the things that I have experienced with you, and then I had experienced, with well, well with alternate you. That is what I call her. It is like it is all mixed together, the memories that we shared together. Happily and then the memories that I hated and feared. It is like there are all jumbled into each other, like a washing machine. Just swirling." I could see the mechanisms and gears behind his eyes twist and turn as his gaze grew distant and faded out, even his hold on my hand dropped as he reminisced backward. This only

Who are those two figures I keep seeing and feeling, and why can’t I remember them? But fragments kept pushing through the fog. I see flashes of fire, a circle etched in light, two figures facing each other beyond it. Each memory brought a pulse of power strong enough to rattle the broken windows. She finally spoke up, stopping my musings. “Do you remember anything?” “Fire,” I said after a long pause. “Light everywhere. Then… nothing. It’s like waking from someone else’s dream.” Jenny nodded slowly. “Dreams leave pieces behind. Sometimes the wrong ones.”

It was my pup, my only blood relative in this world. I wasn't going to let it go down the same path and make the same mistakes I made. I wasn't letting it grow up in a loveless environment. I wouldn't let it be anyone's substitute or replacement. I also wouldn't let it be taken advantage of or abandoned by others. I made an oath about that. A month later, Rowena told me that it was time for me to leave the cave. "You've already recovered 30% of your power. That's more than enough for you to protect yourself and your pup. However, you must retrieve your memories. Your identity, your mission, and your true destiny all lie within your lost memories."

“So, is it always the same dream? Or is it different every time?” I was hoping he had forgotten about my dream and was slightly disappointed that my hope was false. I looked at him and I ran over the question in my mind. “Well, it's the exact same dream. Exactly the same, every time,” I paused for a second. “And the result is always the same. I spend the day off in my own little world thinking about her.”