Once upon a time, in a world between worlds, there lived a soul who had forgotten its name.

This soul wandered through misty valleys and over silver mountains, searching for something it could not quite remember. "Who am I?" it whispered to the wind. But the wind only sighed in response.

One evening, the soul came upon a garden filled with flowers that glowed like lanterns. In the center of the garden sat an old woman, weaving threads of starlight.

"I am lost," said the soul.

The old woman smiled. "You are not lost, dear one. You are finding yourself. And that is the bravest journey of all."

The soul sat down beside the old woman and watched as she wove stories into the night sky. And slowly, gently, the soul began to remember...