The Lantern of Lost Memories

The small coastal town of Lyria was known for two things: its peaceful waves and its ability

to forget. At the end of the old pier hung a rusted lantern. Most people thought

it was useless, a relic that should’ve been thrown away long ago. But the lantern

wasn’t ordinary— it remembered everything. On quiet nights, its dim light flickered with memories: lost

ships, broken promises, wandering souls. And on one such night,

a girl named Mara stood before it with tears burning her eyes. Her brother,

Lio, had vanished at sea a year ago. No body, no wreckage,

no goodbye. She came to the pier because sometimes grief pushes you toward strange places.