The Anamnesis (Part 2) - The House That Waited
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The Memory I Didn't Know I Had It started with a dream... I didn’t grow up in that house. We moved in when I was already older, my memories rooted somewhere else entirely. And yet… the moment I stepped into the small, dim-lit room upstairs, I paused. There was no reason for it. Just four walls, an old wooden floor, and a single window that let the sunlight in like it had been waiting for me. It smelled like pages left closed for too long. Like dust and rain and something sweet I couldn’t place. But remembered. Not a memory with detail, but a feeling. Like I had stood in that exact spot before, in another time, in someone else’s life that might’ve also been mine. I didn’t say anything about it. But sometimes I’d sit on the floor there, in the quiet. And the house didn’t creak like the others did. It just… listened. That room knew something. And I didn’t want to ask too loudly, in case it stopped remembering for me. ........................................................
