The Grove of Stolen Memories

You stumble through the forest at dusk and find trees carved with your own memories. Childhood birthdays.

First kisses. Secrets you never told anyone. The bark is alive, pulsing with scenes

from your life you thought were forgotten. Then you realize the glowing orbs circling above aren't

fireflies. They're Watchers. They've been recording you since birth. The Ancient Grove

is their database, and you're the file they've been updating. You turn to run, but every tree now

displays the same carving. Your face. Tomorrow's date. A whisper cuts through

the silence. You shouldn't have come here. The orbs descend. What if your memories

aren't yours to keep?