At the edge of the village…
the oldest graves had no visitors.
No flowers.
No candles.
Only moss.
Mara:
“Nobody comes here anymore.”
Chibi:
“No.”
She knelt beside a weathered gravestone.
Almost every letter had disappeared.
Only one word remained.
REMEMBER
Silence.
Mara:
“Who was buried here?”
Chibi slowly shook his head.
Chibi:
“I don’t know.”
She looked surprised.
Mara:
“You don’t?”
For the first time…
there was sadness in his eyes.
Chibi:
“No.”
The wind whispered through the ancient yew trees.
Mara:
“Then I suppose it doesn’t matter anymore.”
Chibi looked at the faded stone.
Chibi:
“May I ask you something?”
Mara:
“Always.”
Chibi:
“What happens…”
A pause.
Chibi:
“…when the last person forgets your name?”
She thought for a long moment.
Mara:
“Then you’re truly gone.”
The boy nodded.
Chibi:
“Perhaps.”
Far away…
the village bell should have rung.
It didn’t.
Instead…
a flock of ravens rose from the forest.
Mara:
“That keeps happening.”
Chibi:
“Yes.”
She looked toward the dark trees.
Mara:
“Do you think something is waking up?”
He remained silent.
At the forgotten grave…
a single fresh white flower now rested on the stone.
Neither of them had seen anyone place it there.
Mara:
“Who brought that?”
Chibi:
“I don’t know.”
She stared at him.
Mara:
“Again…”
“…you don’t know.”
He lowered his eyes.
Chibi:
“That frightens me.”
The wind turned the page of an old prayer book lying beside the grave.
No hand touched it.
Mara:
“So this is how the End Times begin.”
Chibi slowly shook his head.
Chibi:
“No.”
Mara:
“No?”
He gently brushed the moss away from the word REMEMBER.
Chibi:
“The End Times don’t begin…”
A long silence.
Chibi:
“…when the old horrors return.”
The ravens vanished into the dark forest.
Chibi:
“They begin…”
He looked once more at the forgotten grave.
Chibi:
“…when no one remembers the names…”
Another pause.
Chibi:
“…of those who once knew how to keep them asleep.”
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