She's always written down her dreams, except sometimes she can't remember them. She leaves a blank space in her journal, a blank hole in her memory.
It kills her to forget her dreams. It feels like she is slowly losing her memories, ones tucked away on the highest shelf in her mind, and it scares her that she can no longer reach it.
She's lost herself in the caverns of her mind, spaces created for the lost dreams. Caverns that will always remain empty.
But she isn't losing her memory. She isn't even growing old yet.
She creates caverns and journals for her dreams. But soon, there are more empty spaces than
filled ones, her memory falters and her imagination slows.
And then they are all empty. Her dreams, her journal, her mind.