The Riverboat That Sailed Through Memories
Travel into oneself
Passengers boarded at dusk, and the boat drifted across still waters. But instead of landscapes, they saw scenes from their past reflected beneath them. Some cried; others reached into the water as if touching earlier versions of themselves. When they disembarked, each person stepped onto the shore lighter, having finally faced what they had carried for too long.
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