Day 411

Some parts of the world absorb memory like a fresh sponge.
They are soaked in layers and layers of other people's lives and deaths.
Their first and final moments are trapped, constantly rewound and replayed.

Occasionally these places can be felt in the form of deja vu or cold shivers.
Called ghosts in some circles, such "hot spots" could contain anyone or anything.
It could be as harmless as a puppy tripping or as brutal as a child's last breath.

Its near impossible to tell what has happened in these places unless they have written history.
A field could contain the memories of an entire army's defeat and we'd never know until it
was stumbled upon by someone who recognised the symptoms of trapped memories.

It is greatly argued as to whether or not these places are sentient. after all some have been
known to inflict great harm upon nearby living persons and objects.
As of yet there is no way to tell, we can only speculate.

We can only wonder how it must feel to be trapped in an endless loop.
Reliving something as innocuous as saying hello or reading a story.
Reliving something as innocuous as saying hello or reading a story.