People often said that memory was like a spider's web, a beautiful tapestry that danced and gave off the essence of life. This web stretched and twisted in strange ways, not only in the mind but also in the many feelings that make up the human experience.
Just like the spiders did a delicate ballet while making their silk masterpieces, people also did a similar dance, weaving their memories with every step. Each thin thread of this huge web held pieces of the past, capturing feelings and moments as if writing one's own life on the world's canvas.
Every detail of life was caught in this fragile lattice. Each strand told stories of happiness and sadness, of victories celebrated and losses mourned. The many threads, each with its own story, twisted and crossed each other to make a complicated picture of life.
But, like everything else in nature, this web of memories was weak. Like the spider's webs that shook with the lightest breeze, memories were also weak to the effects of time. As the mists of forgetfulness got closer, their once-bright colors could fade into nothingness. The fear of losing these precious moments to the abyss was always there, casting its shadow and reminding everyone that their memories were only temporary.
Like the diligent spiders of the mortal realm, who carefully made their complex webs, the people who lived on these plains also made the fabric of their memories. They took in every detail and experience and added it to the tapestry of their lives, which was always growing.
Each thread, which was both fragile and strong, held the spirit of a time long gone, forever written down in the Ethereal's history. But there were problems with this beautiful web that kept getting bigger.
Memories sometimes made it hard to see the truth clearly when they built on top of each other. The web is so big that it can get you lost, sending you down paths of twisted thoughts and half-remembered dreams. The waters of memory that were once clear could get murky, making it hard to tell what is real and what is not. Some strands would fray over time, and their bright colors would fade into the background.
These were the memories that were in danger of disappearing, their complex details fading away with each passing moment. Until we finally understand that: Memories consume us