The Library of Forgotten Dreams

There was a library in a peaceful part of the earth that was unlike any other. It was buried between shifting mists and tortuous routes that no map dared to trace. Its towers broke through the skies, its walls whispered, and its doors, which were heavy with time, only opened for anyone with a broken heart.

The air inside was full with dust, but it wasn’t normal dust. Each speck had the faint shine of something that had been lost: a dream that had once been loved but was now forgotten.

An old guy with eyes that appeared like they had seen centuries pass was in charge of this weird location. His name was Elias. He wore robes with bits of paper sewn into them, and wherever he went, the soft sound of lost words followed him.

One night, a girl named Liora walked into the library by accident. She walked slowly and her eyes were fatigued. She had always wanted to be a painter, but life, as it does so frequently, had gotten in the way with never-ending tasks and excuses.

Elias smiled at her as if he knew what she was about to say.

He softly murmured “Welcome.” “To the Library of Lost Dreams.”

She gasped as she looked around. There were shelves that went on forever, but instead of books, they were filled with glass jars full of sparkling dust. Some jars buzzed faintly, while others were dull and almost empty.

“These are what?” Liora stated in a soft voice.


Elias answered, “Dreams.” “Every dream that someone used to care about but let go of. They float here till they are forgotten and disintegrate to dust.

He led her down a long hallway, and she saw that the jars had labels on them that said things like “Become a dancer,” “Invent a cure,” “Climb the highest mountain,” and “Confess my love.” Each one sparkled, was frail, and shook with a life that had never been lived.

Elias finally halted in front of a bookcase. He stretched out and cautiously picked up a jar that was dimly glowing. The label said, “Paint the colors of my soul.”

Liora’s breath stopped. The dust inside swirled slowly, as if it knew she was there.

Elias whispered softly, “This one is yours.” “It has been waiting.”

Her chest hurt. She had promised herself that she would paint every day and use colors to show the world, but years had gone by. Her dream was now only a shadow.

“Can I… can I get it back?” She asked, her eyes with tears.

Elias nodded his head. “But only if you go after it now. It will never come back if you abandon it again.

Liora held the jar to her heart with shaking hands. The dust got brighter and sent warmth through her body, bringing back memories of the fire she used to carry.

The world outside looked like it was full of color when she left the library. She picked up a brush for the first time in years. She painted till her fingers hurt, and the dream that had almost died came back to life.

And at the Library of Forgotten Dreams, one shelf was a bit less full.

The lesson is: Don’t put off going after your dreams. They get less clear every day you wait. But if you are brave, you can bring back even the most lost dream.