Novel & Cerita Crystal Clear Memories

"Because it makes you remember every memory of yours with high clarity. Like it happened just a minute ago. You remember everything. With the most clear detail possible. It's like pouring all your thoughts into a pensieve, and having them available for you to browse at any time." Leona said to the dark-skinned Auror. "Then how can it be a double-edged sword?" The reply came from Director Bones, who understood the meaning. "Shacklebolt, when she says every memory, she means it. Every memory recalled with great clarity, a thought of distance away. The good memories, the neutral memories, the bad memories, and the nightmarish memories. All remembered with clarity."

The noise of that engine was the only thing that was currently audible. Crystal was still stuck in her own little world, however. The thoughts that she previously had, has come back flushing right before her eyes like a hurricane of memories. It was vivid and vague; she could barely keep her focus on one thought without shifting immediately to another. She bit her lip, thinking of what other possibilities that could occur which she had not thought about yet.

She picked up the cooler to pack to the kitchen, and she saw a note under it. “I am sorry I have to do this, Tasha. I enjoy every moment with you, and I wished I can stay with you forever. Thank you for your kindness and the smile you always offer. I want to follow your advice, so I will find peace and I can claim what is mine. I love everything about you, and I wish you will continue to smile till we meet again. But please don’t force yourself to cry if you don’t feel like…” “Cry when necessary. Eat, sleep, and enjoy your life in any way you can. If you hear my whisper at the Karaoke, what I said is true…”

"Kael, look. They didn't just die. They became the information." The Akasha-Parasites, once translucent moths of "Un-Memory," had undergone a physical transformation. Overwhelmed by the "Black Synthesis," the raw density of five billion years of planetary trauma and human emotion, their formless bodies had solidified. They had turned into Memory-Crystals, black, diamond-like shards pulsing with a faint, internal violet light. Each crystal held a specific moment in time: a mother's first look at her child, the terrifying roar of the first Great Reset, the smell of rain on a parched savanna.

] After a while, Caroline received a reply from Freya. Freya: [Well, patients like her who have suffered significant trauma often voluntarily forget memories they want to forget. These memories are deeply ingrained in their minds, and they resurface when they see something or someone specific, causing them to regain their clarity.] Freya: [Ms. Shenton, I'll be blunt. In my observation, her moments of clarity are not a good sign. During those times, she also exhibits severe symptoms of depression, anxiety, and even manic episodes. Additionally, during her episodes, she often mumbles things that are hard for ordinary people to imagine. As for what she said, I'll compile a report and send it to

The throbbing ache in my head intensified with each passing moment, threatening to consume me whole. Panic seized me as I surveyed my surroundings, the sterile hospital room offering no solace, no answers to the burning question that clawed at the edges of my consciousness. "What happened?" I whispered to myself, the words barely audible amidst the cacophony of medical equipment. And then, like a dam bursting open, the memories flooded back with chilling clarity. Crystal. Her name hung in the air like a ghost, haunting me with the memory of her face, etched with worry and fear. The events of the previous night crashed over me like a tidal wave, leaving me gasping for breath in their wake.

Isn't that proof enough that they were hiding something? "If you are certain about this, my college here can use magic to extract that memory and put it into a memory crystal so we can view it, but this would mean you'd forget that memory." The woman almost jumped out of her seat as she agreed, "Yes! Please! Please remove it! I don't think I'll be able to sleep tonight if I still remember those eyes!" The mage stepped forwards as he took out an empty memory crystal and started chanting a spell. He reached out and pressed the crystal against her forehead, and the crystal slowly changed from a white to a smokey blue colour, "It's done."

He moved toward the door without elaborating further, leaving the rest of it hanging in the air like smoke, deliberate and unresolved. "Your memories will stay in the crystal," he said at the panel, "until I decide otherwise." He left. The crystal pulsed once more in the empty room, violet and steady, holding fifteen years of a life Sierra had not been allowed to remember. She stood there looking at it, this fist-sized thing that contained her parents and her brother, and every morning she had woken up as a child not yet knowing the world could be taken from you between one breath and the next.

Clear fluid stained the fabric. The bedroom door stood wide open. Caino knelt on the carpet. Amelia's legs rested on his shoulders. Caino bent his head, gently pleasuring her with his mouth while his fingers moved rapidly inside her. She arched her back, moaning continuously. "Ah... Caino, right there..." Amelia shuddered through her climax, her release spilling over him. He kissed her stomach tenderly, then pressed himself against her entrance, grinding slowly. A pang of sadness hit me. In all the time I spent with Caino, he never wanted to do this for me.