The desert had erased empires, yet one structure endured: a towering library, glowing faintly against the dunes. Inside, shelves stretched beyond sight, their books whispering like a thousand voices in prayer. When the wanderer opened one, he did not find a stranger’s tale but his own life, his grandmother’s song...her hands weaving his childhood into memory. “The Library remembers what the world forgets,” a voice murmured from the shadows. Every soul, every story, lives here. And now the wanderer faced a choice: guard his memories or surrender them to eternity.