Some doors are opened by choice. Others by fate. Years passed within walls that were never meant to keep secrets, yet somehow did. Laughter echoed through the corridors. Promises were made beneath quiet skies. A collection of moments were carved into memories that time could not easily erase - some were beautiful, some were unbearable, all impossible to forget. But some stories begin long before they are told. And some endings arrive long before they are understood. Even when centuries passed, when the last page is turned, one question remained: Why does every memory feel like a goodbye?