"Memories, they don't last forever. Sometimes, they linger in one's head to be remembered for eternal peace. Sometimes, memories are thrown aside to a dark place to rot and never be thought of ever again. Memories can heal, though. Memories that have very significant meaning; those shall enter a dark place no longer. A lot of memories are wasted, too. Even the most intricate and detailed memories can fade away as time passes. Unfortunate, ghastly outcomes. But gaze we shall not into those grim memories ever again. You know not that those putrid thoughts can invade even minds most protected. You know not that dire spirits preserve even the most terrible and unholy memories until they are blessed to ascend to the deific lands, or until they are condemned to descend into the bowels of hell. Keep your guard above your heads as these uncanny spirits linger close to this delicate refuge." Minne the Marken cautioned as the crowd listening to her words steps out of her little "hut of knowledge", as she calls it.
