The Burden of Forgotten Truths

The garden seemed to close in around Sunny, the twisted branches curling like fingers eager to trap him. His heart raced in his chest, every beat echoing in his ears. The vision—the memory—it was clearer now. A memory he had buried, one too painful to acknowledge. But it was here, in the Garden of Unwritten Memories, that the truth could no longer be ignored.

Sunny stood up, his legs shaky beneath him. His mind was flooded with conflicting emotions—rage, confusion, and a deep, unbearable sorrow. The memory of his father, the one man who was supposed to protect him, had been shattered. His father hadn't just abandoned him; he had betrayed him.

And now, Sunny had the undeniable knowledge of that betrayal, but no way to undo it.

His fingers clenched into fists, the pain in his chest almost unbearable. He felt as if the weight of his past had finally caught up with him, dragging him down. But even through the storm of his thoughts, there was a single, piercing truth.

He was not alone.

The voice echoed in his mind again. A woman's voice—soft, comforting, yet full of strength. Someone had reached out to him in his darkest moments.

But who was she?

Suddenly, the air around him seemed to thicken, and the ground beneath his feet trembled. The garden shifted, as though reacting to his inner turmoil. The once-dead vines began to writhe, the soil rippling like water. From the shadows, a figure emerged—a silhouette surrounded by an eerie, unnatural light.

It was the Seer. But he wasn't the same as before. There was something darker in his eyes now, something more knowing.

"You've seen the truth," the Seer said, his voice cold. "But knowing is not enough. Understanding is the key. And you may not like what it reveals."

Sunny's jaw tightened. "What are you trying to say?"

The Seer stepped closer, his presence almost suffocating. "You're here because you've been chasing a past that wasn't truly yours. But what if that past isn't just a collection of memories? What if it's a chain? One that holds you captive?"

Sunny felt the weight of the Seer's words as if they had been a hammer, striking him deep. The truth was more than painful—it was a burden.

"Chains?" Sunny repeated, confused. "What are you talking about?"

The Seer's gaze softened for the briefest of moments, before hardening once more. "You're not the only one trapped by what happened, Sunny. You don't know the full story. There's more to your past than you realize. More to the betrayal. More to what happened to your family."

Sunny's heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean? What's more?"

The Seer let out a low sigh. "The truth was buried, yes. But the reason behind the betrayal is far darker than you think. And you've already started to uncover it. The memories you've found are just the surface. If you keep going, you may not be able to return."

Sunny clenched his fists, the tension building within him. "Tell me. I need to know."

The Seer took a step back, his figure beginning to fade into the shadows. "The past will either destroy you or empower you. But you won't be the same after this. Remember that."

And with that, the Seer disappeared into the darkness, leaving behind only silence and an unsettling weight in the air.

Sunny stood motionless, the garden now eerily still. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions, but one thought kept rising above the chaos—his past was a lie. What he thought he knew had been distorted, manipulated. And it was time to uncover the rest.

As he moved forward, the garden seemed to respond to his every step. The shadows shifted, the air thick with anticipation. He was nearing something—a truth buried so deep that it could change everything.

He had to keep going.

He had to find out what had really happened.