As I emerged from the misty veil, the island's rugged beauty took my breath away. Towering palm trees swayed gently, their leaves rustling secrets to the wind. I had been drawn to this place by whispers of a mysterious phenomenon – an island where memories went to hide.

My name is Maya, and I'm a collector of memories. I've spent years studying the human brain, trying to understand the intricacies of recollection. But my obsession with memories began with a personal loss – my mother's passing, and the memories I wished I had of her.

As I ventured deeper into the island, I stumbled upon a hidden cove. The air was...