The Sculptor of Forgotten Faces

In a desolate town lived a sculptor who carved faces no one remembered. He chiseled strangers who passed through dreams, portraits that belonged to no history. People mocked the useless art. Yet the day a terrible fog erased all memory from the village, only the sculptor’s statues remained as proof of who the people once were. One by one, villagers recognized themselves in stone, and the sculptor said: “I carve to preserve the parts you abandon.”