The Cloud That Remembered Your Name
Identity Etched in Vapor
A single cloud drifted above a village, changing shape whenever someone beneath it spoke their name. For some, it brightened; for others, it dissolved slightly, as if disappointed. When a man with no sense of self spoke his name, the cloud formed a radiant shape. He realized identity is not what we feel—weighed down by self-doubt—but what we are capable of becoming.
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