2025.08.31
Jane had a gift that could only understand – she could hear that the laughter was wrong at that time. It was not a laughter that resonated in the gatherings of the crowded streets or festivals, but also a soft, fading type, which is beyond memory. On his day, the gardens, the calm streets, and the forgotten corner of the city wandered, listened to it, not from its ears, but from its entire existence.
He believed that every smile left a impressiveness on the world, a remnant of happiness that was wrapped in places for a long time after people left. Sometimes, she stopped under a tree and once now felt a wave of joy among the growing children. Other times, she will feel the thunderstorms found in the eyes of two strangers at a moment of secret understanding. These pieces of happiness were not completely eliminated. They tied themselves in the air, waited for someone like Jain to gather.
Jane collected these pieces in books or recording, but in her heart. He gradually held them, and cares about their warmth. When she quietly met people with weight, she would share a piece, and offer them a sharp reminder of happiness. People often did not understand why they suddenly smiled, but they felt lightly, as if there was a forgotten door inside them.
His gift was not about improving grief, but about reminding the world that laughter, once born, never really die. This is a matter of re -discovery, looking forward to re -discovering, with the echoes of past happiness. Jane, not as a savior, but as a listener, went on to raise the fade of the world, so no happiness would never be wasted completely.