[NEW] Torn Pages and Shrivelled Roses

In the heart of the winter mountains, a village lay nestled beneath a frosty blanket of snow. Its buildings, a blend of contemporary architecture and rustic charm, lined the cobblestone streets that shimmered under the cold sun. During the day, the town bustled with the hum of modern life-the chatter of residents, and the occasional distant bark of a dog. But as the shadows grew long and the moon claimed the sky, something peculiar unfolded. The village transformed into an eerie tableau of a medieval town, with flickering torches casting long shadows and ancient whispers echoing through the alleyways. Yet, when the night occured everyone would forget what happened the next morning. One person had the ability to remember every detail, she had become the towns reporter not only during the day but by night aswell. so people could know what had happened when they forget that night.