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Suddenly, an object appeared in front of me. It looks like a
piece of a broken house’s brick with a pyramidal shape. What
made this rock special was its two-toned colors: reddish-brown on
the upper layer and the greyish color below. The mysterious object
was floating in a straight direction and stopped in front of me.

“Welcome to your imaginary world, the world between
reality and your memories.” said a deep, low voice
“This object will tell the truth about the missing pieces of
your memories.”

I was amazed.
“But keep in mind that your wish may have some

consequences.”
“When you are ready, touch the object and it will take you
there.”
I gently picked the small brick up and placed it in the middle
of my palm. Stunningly, various beams of white light started to
shine from the piece of wood before my eyes started to close.

It was the sounds of seagulls and the scent of saltwater that
woke me up. I could feel the rough sand underneath my legs and
arms. I slowly sat up and looked around, next to me was a pile of
dry greyish wood that often grows near the beach. The atmosphere
around me looked so familiar as if I had been there a long time ago.
I then realized that it was someplace from my memories.

“Mama! Mama! Look, I finished my sandcastle”