The Village of Forgotten Dreams
Once upon a time, long ago nestled amidst the lofty hills and dense woods, lay a peaceful village named 'Thesius'. It was picturesque, full of life, and known for its serenity. Life in Thesius was simple and harmonious. However, that simplicity held in its folds a unique quirk, which set Thesius apart from every other village - it was believed to be the 'Village of Forgotten Dreams'.
Every villager held dreams close to their heart, dreams not yet realized. When the struggle of daily life pushed their dreams to the backburner, they began to feel weighed down by the burdens of their mundane existence. To help in such times, there was a ancient banyan tree at the village outskirts, named 'Morpheus' - the dream bearer. It was said, if one whispered their unfulfilled dreams into the heart of Morpheus, the burdened souls felt light again.
One day, under the soothing shades of the banyan tree, a weary-faced young man named Eros, a wheelwright by trade, murmured about his dream - to become Thesius's best musician. Through his music, he aspired to bring joy to those who had forgotten to smile.
Days turned into weeks and weeks into months, but life remained the same for Eros. Churning out wheels for carts from dawn to dusk was draining him out. One night, a melody wafted through his dreams. It was exquisite, mesmerizing, the very tune that his heart yearned to play. Waking up in the middle of the night, Eros found himself humming along with the tune.
From the next morning, life took a different turn for Eros. Working at his wheelwright shop during the daytime, he spent his nights under the Morpheus, humming the tune that played in the dreams. An old, broken lute was mended and brought back to life by Eros' skilled hands, and before he knew it, the first string of music that played on the lute synced perfectly with his humming.
News spread through Thesius that a mysterious musician played mesmerizing tunes under Morpheus every night. The sound was so captivating that many villagers found themselves being drawn towards it. They felt an unexplained happiness echo within their souls, a happiness that they had seemed to forget in a while. Many started gathering to listen to the entrancing melodies, the yearn for lost happiness fulfilling itself.
Eros, however blind to his growing popularity, was alive in his dream. His soul felt light, and a feeling of contentment washed over him every night as he strummed his lute. The gratifying melody that was once a dream was now a reality. He could feel the joy his music spread and the smiles it brought on the faces of the villagers.
As he played each night, his once weary eyes were replaced with sparkles of joy and hands, which once carved wheels, caressed the strings of the lute, creating melodious symphonies. The villagers, initially skeptical of Eros's dream, now revelled in his talent, for they had found their forgotten joy in his melody.
One day, the village was filled with even more laughter and joy than usual. Eros had indeed lived his dream and added more fervor to their lives. He saved them from their mundane existence and brought back the lost charm of dreams. The once forgotten dreams now lived in the heart of Thesius, creating enchanting melodies every night.
The story of this Village of Forgotten Dreams serves as a constant reminder to everyone that dreams are never really forgotten, they are merely asleep, waiting for the earnest call of the dreamer to awaken. And when they do, they paint the world in their vibrant colors and melodious tunes, making life a beautiful symphony.