“I’m sorry, Spooky. Truly, I wish we could do something, but.. this just happens.. we grow older, those memories long since past grow further and further away. Till they eventually become a blur of what once was.”
“But, it not really being THAT longing has it?”
“They’re dreaming, Spooky. They’ve been dreaming for a long time now. Eons go by in a blink in such a place. We can live entire lives in them. But we all wake up eventually.
And that time is drawing closer now..“
“… There, really not anything Spooky do?“
“Really.. just forgetting everything..?“
“And when they are older, we can share stories all about that silly little friend of theirs and all the mischief they caused. I promise you that.
You won’t be forgotten, Spooky.”