Memory's Meme Hour

📖 Chps 1-39 Recap ⚠️ Chps 40-46 CWs

Time tensed, desperately looking at Alex for answers. 'Is there a way to bring Steves back into the server without an account? We need to find out."

Bring Steves back? Memory summoned a glitching white forget-me-not and peered into it. It was Sabre's memories of leaving the server, rejoining the server, and merging with Galaxy. He also remembered the white fires surrounding his dimension.

He looked back at Time and Alex, red eyes gleaming with determination. "I know how we can bring Elemental back."

Time whirled around to him with wide eyes. "WHAT?!"

Memory gave a firm nod, eyes gleaming more. "I know how we can bring him back. I want to save him."

Time's eyes looked like they were about to become even wider, but then the whole scene froze. The entire Memory Dimension, including Alex, Memory, and Time, melted away. Like the light of a projection, the scene condensed into rays – rays that emerged from a singular point: a gray flower on the ground.

An empty purple room replaced the Memory Dimension. The room was so faded that the edges of the walls and floor looked like indents in the fabric of space.

Heeled shoes clicked as someone approached the gray flower and picked it up.

"Hello," he said, spinning the flower in his hand. "If you're receiving this message, that means you can hear me. In fact, you hear me in every single chapter of this story, because I am the Narrator of Remorseful Recollections of the Forgotten Family."

With a wave of his hand, 38 gray flowers come into view, also glowing like the flower in his hand. "Every word you've read in RRFF is my narration. Like the protagonist of the story, I have memory powers, but it manifests differently." He grabbed one of the flowers and commanded it to activate. The flower glowed so fiercely, its formless light overpowering the floral silhouette. The glow engulfed the room with vibrant colors. Eventually, the lights morphed into grass, trees, and skies: a forest, with depth and liveliness. "When I project memories from these flowers, the projections take over this entire room. It's almost like I am part of the memory.

"So whose point of view are we following in RRFF? Well, it's not my perspective. It's Memory's."

In the dense projection of the forest, Memory and Reality are walking through, blissfully chatting and laughing at each other's jokes.

Narrator watched the two. "I view Memory's past and experience every single thought and emotion he had. I narrate every detail and feeling I can provide. All for you, whoever you are. But I'll admit that I haven't told the story exclusively through Memory's perspective. There were times when I accidentally inserted my own thoughts and things Memory shouldn't remember into the story. Although I'm trying to follow his footsteps as accurately as possible, it's always tempting to think about your own thoughts and add it into the mix.

"I also know that some memories don't make sense without context, so my other job is to fill in some unexplained events by inserting flashbacks – Memory's childhood memories – throughout RRFF. I try to add them in as smoothly as possible but I'll admit that Chapter 34 wasn't my smoothest transition of a flashback. I really broke the immersion there, but sometimes you have to mess up in order to learn something better. I wish Memory was taught that lesson when he was growing up."

He cleared his throat. "I stay invisible for this job, but this time, I'm purposefully talking directly to you. My creator requested that I make a recap for everything that has happened in RRFF, so that's what I will do. So sit back and let me provide you everything need to know."