Followingmytaleworld

   Do you believe in magic, or in things that don’t follow the rules of this human world?  Probably not. Most people don’t. But I have always felt that there are alien hidden around us—things we cannot see, worlds we cannot understand. Maybe some alien live among us in human form, hiding so well that we never notice. Maybe they are closer than we think. I know it sounds crazy. I used to think the same… until the night I had that dream. It didn’t feel like an ordinary dream. It felt alive. The kind of dream that doesn’t fade when morning comes. The kind that leaves something behind in your heart and mind. That was the night I discovered the magical stick from my dream world. I entered my dream without knowing it would change something inside me forever. The air felt different, heavier with silence, as if it carried a secret waiting to be found. It wasn’t just a dream; it felt like another world had opened its door for me. And suddenly, in my hand, there was something that ...

Memories are a part of human life. They never truly fade as long as the mind is alive. They can be happy, sorrowful, clumsy, or embarrassing, yet they live quietly in our hearts, shaping who we are. We cherish them because they are made from the moments we share with our family, friends, lovers, pets, and the people we love the most. Have you ever wondered where forgotten memories go when we stop thinking about them? Probably not. We assume they disappear, lost somewhere in the silence of our locked minds. But what if they don’t vanish? What if there were a shop that stood on a silent street, glowing with a soft, mysterious light in the dark of night? Its windows shimmered as if they were holding tiny stars inside. The air around it felt different—heavier with emotion, lighter with wonder. The shop was run by a man dressed in black, wearing round glasses that reflected memories instead of faces. His eyes carried stories older than time. He never asked for money, because money meant not...

       Perfume is more than just a pretty bottle.  Whether it’s small or big, every bottle carries a fragrance that stays with us longer than we realise. I love perfume because when its scent touches my skin, it wraps me in sweetness. It makes me feel confident, calm, and connected. For me, perfume is not just something to wear — it’s something precious. Sometimes a fragrance can hold a memory of someone we love, or even someone who has slowly faded from our life like dust carried away by the wind. Some perfumes are sweet, some are strong, some are soft — and we choose them based on how they make us feel. In my case, I wear a certain perfume because it reminds me of someone who lives far away. Even though I can’t reach them, the scent brings them closer to my heart. Perfume leaves a trace — a soft warmth that stays on us and on the people we love. Sometimes, a fragrance becomes a memory itself. ​This is the first tales I will share here. My name is Yuu ,and I am...

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