Memory is a strange thing. It does not work like I thought it did. We are so bound by time. By its order.
Memory is everything. Without it, we are blind. Without it, we leave the fate of our world to chance.[trailer]
The moon will be full in three days. Your spirit shall forever remain among the humans. You shall age like them, you shall die like them, and all memory of you shall fade in time. And we’ll vanish along with it. You will never see us again.
Memory can change the shape of a room, it can change the color of a car. And memories can be distorted. They’re just an interpretation, they’re not a record, and they’re irrelevant if you have the facts.
Maybe memory fades for a reason. If we just dwelled on the bad things in the past, we’d never get over them. And if we just dwelled on the good, we might never match it again.