Story 14 of 48, about 4 minutes to read

The Room of Lost Echoes

A refuge for what was never truly lost

In an alley you do not remember there is a door with no handle. Behind it, a hushed room where the things you thought lost are resting: among them, a small silver thimble with gentle dents.

Only the light sound of your steps, the air entering without effort and that certainty, sweet and silent: some echoes are never lost.

The whole story is in the book, with its full-page illustration.