The First Memory Collapse

The City of Eternal Recollection had been built on the bones of forgotten gods, its streets paved with crystallized memories that stretched back to the dawn of consciousness itself. For seven centuries, it had stood as humanity's greatest achievement—a metropolis where every story ever told could be preserved, where every memory could be given form, where the boundary between remembering and living had dissolved into something beautiful and terrible.

Today, the city was forgetting its own name.