Eternal Night Dream

I thought that everything forgotten over time would never come back. He once thought that surviving the unbearable three hundred years would be all his punishment. When the memory was affected by that similar but clearly different face, I realized that those years spent holding hands and those childish but sincere vows had never left. They were sleeping quietly in the mud of the river of memory, waiting to be dug out to remind him of how miserable he was. Conception: