روايات وقصص ضمن Memories Of Future

frowned, she patted his shoulder and explained, facing him, “Look, although it’s your memory world, still we can get trapped in here. Moreover, it’s magical too. It means the characters and people in here can’t see or hear us. But that won’t happen for too long, before they would sense our presence. And the ones who would get involved, will loose all of their memories. The sole mission of this memory trip is to help you finding the reasons of your father’s death, and not endanger anyone.” But Egon, who had never faced such a situation before, was dumbfounded. He thought something and blurted, “But this is already in the past. How would our presence affect these people. Also, it’s my memories

Then he looked at his Dad “D-dad.” “Thank God you remember me.” “Kuya. What about me?” This time it was Gravity “Gravity.” He called “W-What happened to me? why is that, why do I remember so little. I can't remember everything?” I cried, he can’t remember. He can only remember little “Kuya do you remember her?” Gravity pointed me to his brother “Answer me!” “Don’t shout Grav..” I said “I-I don't I’m sorry... who are you?” He looked at me

he said snidely. I rolled my eyes “fine! I wanted to...to check something for myself..you didn't tell me anything. I'm curious..What do you expect? You told me I'm your wife's reincarnate and then you don't tell me anything about her apart from the momentous tweet here and there” I gesticulated. His eyes twitched “That is because it's all in the past. We are in the future. We have to create new memories of us, leaving the past behind.”

Angle tells. "But see, I already know the future, and even if I don't do anything still might many things will eventually change. So how can we control everything?" Shanaya questions. "Of course, I am not telling you not to do anything, but I am telling you not to rely much on your memories of the past, the future is changing every day. Every action and reaction has butterfly effects, so don't blindly follow the past, and don't use your memoirs only for your selfishness otherwise there is no difference between you and Mayuri" Angel replied.

But it's like a memory flooded my mind. Me wearing weird clothes. And a long-haired guy. My eyes widened when I remembered the face. It was freaking Cayden! What the heck? Why do I have this memory? Is this what they call deja vu? But the weird thing is, where did this memory come from? Why am I wearing weird clothes and fact that the girl is too proper and based on her expression I am far away from her. Just one look and you will know that the woman's breeding is high in my memory but what I wonder is why me? Wait, is this my future I see? And why the heck is Cayden there? Does that mean he is part of my future? Heck, it's natural to be a prince and if I'm here for the rest of my life, that

she asked. I wasn't sure whether she was curious or simply wanted to hear how preposterous my answer would be. "Different things," I admitted after a moment's hesitation. "Mostly memories. Sometimes mine, but sometimes other people's too. And I've had a few of the future as well," I explained. David frowned, leaning forward in his seat as he regarded me. “And you believe this is because of this 'Elysian Line'?” he asked, saying the words with what sounded like disdain.

The silence of the chamber was almost oppressive, the gravity of their situation palpable. Then, it struck Liora. Her eyes widened, a rush of realization sweeping over her. "Orion, it's a memory!" she exclaimed. "Memories are born of time, they're always behind us, but they shape our future. They're as fleeting as shadows because we can forget them, but they're also solid as stone because they shape us, and in life's dance, they're always with us!" Orion stared at her for a moment, realization dawning on his face. "By the stars, Liora, I think you've got it!"

Now I'm here, but the universe is trying to regulate things and keep them in order, so my memories of my life are going away slowly, and are being replaced by Luna's memories, so I can completely be Luna. “The same thing is probably happening to her over there. She'll gain my memories and lose hers. I have tried all I can not to forget the people I love, but right now, the only person from my world that I can remember is my mother. I'm… losing it all.” My voice dropped to a broken whisper, “Soon, the future will be a mere fantasy that once lived in my mind. I… don't wish to forget everything I've grown up knowing. I have to go back.” “How can you go back?” He asked, sucking every piece of in

“Trust me, Ava. Some truths can’t be carried all at once. They’ll crush you.” Her throat ached. “Why me? Why are you doing this?” Older Ava’s eyes glimmered, haunted. “Because I remember being you. And I remember how much it hurt.” Before Ava could respond, the older version of herself turned and melted back into the shadows of the yard. Gone. ––– Ava stumbled home in silence, every street a blur. Her brain was too loud, too tangled. Rick wasn’t who he said he was. Her mom had lied. And now—her future self was here, sending warnings, manipulating her every move.

"Changing? Because we forgot how to be solid. Forgot how to be present. We exist only in memory now. Only in what was, not what is." "I don't understand." He gestured around. "This reality—it was beautiful once. Stable. Real. But then we discovered something. We discovered we could preserve memories perfectly. Could record every moment. Every experience. Every feeling. Store them in the network. Access them whenever we wanted." "That sounds useful." "It was. At first. We preserved our childhoods. Our loved ones. Our happiest moments. We could revisit them anytime. Relive them completely. Feel exactly what we felt then."