The City That Forgot Names
The city didn’t look strange at first.
Narrow streets, old stone houses, and windows staring into a permanently gray sky. Nothing unusual — except for one thing.
The city forgot its people’s names.
At first, no one paid attention.
A baker forgot a customer’s name. A teacher hesitated before calling a student. Then a man forgot his own name while signing a document.
They laughed it off.
They shouldn’t have.
Names were not forgotten by accident.
They were taken.
The Boy Who Remembered
At the edge of the city lived a boy named Nael.
He was ordinary in every way, except for one detail — he remembered everything.
His name.
His mother’s name.
Even the names others had already lost.
His mother called him “boy” sometimes, not out of cruelty, but because his name had slipped away from her.
The Locked Library
One cold night, curiosity led Nael to an abandoned building in the center of the city — the old library.
They said anyone who entered it left feeling lighter… as if something important had been removed.
Inside, Nael found shelves full of blank pages.
In the middle of the room lay a single book.
“The Book of Names.”
The Hidden Truth
The book contained no stories — only names.
Thousands of them. Each with a date beside it.
The city was feeding something.
A being that survived not on food, but on forgetting.
The more people forgot, the easier they were to control.
The Choice
Nael’s name was the last one missing.
Writing it would end the city as it was — but perhaps save something greater.
He held the pen.
Paused.
Then closed the book.
Instead of sacrificing his name, he chose to remind others that names are not words — they are roots.
And when roots are forgotten, people belong to something else.
The city never forgot another name.
But the book… is still waiting.
