The Bridge of Forgotten Names
Identity Lost, Essence Preserved
By GoldenSpeechPublished 2 months ago • 1 min read

A bridge carved from obsidian contained faint inscriptions of names worn away by centuries of footsteps. When someone crossed it, they felt momentarily anonymous — not erased, but freed. A queen once crossed disguised, and for the first time in decades, she felt simply human. Travelers said the bridge didn’t remove identity; it removed expectation. On the other side, people walked differently, lighter, as if reminded that being oneself requires no name at all.


Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.