The Forgotten Sun

This story was never meant to be remembered. But some names can’t be erased. Some bonds were written before time. I was born into a family of wealth, privilege and power. A family that claimed to love me. Claimed to protect me. But the moment I spoke of the dreams,those strange, vivid dreams of a world bathed in golden light, where the sky stretched endlessly and the people whispered things I couldn’t understand, they called me Sick. Delusional. They said it was for my own good when they locked me away. When they silenced me. When they made me forget who I was. But I remember. Even as time slips through my fingers like sand, even as my memories fray and dissolve, I remember that place. A world that doesn’t exist here. A sky that feels too familiar. A warmth I’ve never known in this life. And a presence,soft and distant,always just out of reach. A name I almost recall. A promise I never meant to break. And when everything else fades,my past, my name, even the shape of my own reflection, what stays with me isn’t anger. It’s knowledge. They were wrong. About me. About what they feared. About what I saw. And I don’t need vengeance. I don’t need their apologies. I need answers. And maybe, if I keep going, I’ll find that place again. Maybe I’ll find her again. And maybe this time, she will remember me too.