Cauldron of Memories (Part 7)

Chapter 7: To The Lost Souls Of This World

The dreamscape morphed into a dark, ancient forest. The witch appeared, younger and human, standing before a group of spectral beings. Her face was etched with determination as she spoke to them.

“I will protect you,” the younger witch declared, her voice firm but kind. “You are forgotten by the world, but not by me.”

She interacts with small spirits, soothing them, playing games, and treating them kindly. The spirits adore her, calling her by the name Arsh can't quite make out.

As he reaches out to touch the woman's shoulder, she begins to fade away, her face blurring. He tries to remember her, but her features slip away, like water through his fingers. Suddenly, the spirits shift their attention to Arsh, whispering his name, and he feels an inexplicable pull—like he's forgetting something important but can't recall what.

"Watch out," the pixie shouted, "Don't carelessly meddle with the memories! or you will be stuck in them!"