A man stands in a quiet, misty 19th-century-style town, surrounded by cobblestone streets, vintage buildings, and oil lamps. His shadow stretches behind him as he looks ahead, uncertain and alone.
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Chapter 7: Where Memories Don’t Belong

Bystararound

The Forgotten Town I awoke in a field of soft green grass, dew still clinging to the sleeves of my shirt.Around me stretched a quiet meadow that seemed to reach the ends of the horizon. In the distance, a small town emerged — dark tiled rooftops, cobbled streets, and cast-iron lampposts holding unlit oil lanterns…