Stories of a Hundred People

In a dream, I saw a sea. On the shore, a hundred people stood quietly, gazing out at it. They said they were willing to tell me each of their stories and let me write them down. I felt ashamed. To this day, no one has shown any interest in my work. They said they believed in me, and that one day I would shine.

Carrying their faith in me, I retold their stories. This time, it may look like I'm the author, but they are the ones who wrote it themselves.