A traveler crossing the Egyptian desert discovered an old clock buried beneath the sand.
It still worked.
The hands moved backward.
He took it to a historian in Cairo.
The historian examined it and discovered an inscription:
“Time remembers what people forget.”
Nobody knew who built the clock.
The traveler kept it.
Years later, whenever he looked at it, he remembered people he had lost touch with.
Old friends.
Family members.
Places he had forgotten.
Eventually, he began writing letters to them.
Some replied.
Others did not.
But the clock taught him something important.
Time moves forward.
Yet memories can bring us back.
When he died, the clock was placed in a museum.
Visitors still ask why it runs backward.
The answer remains unknown.
Perhaps it is broken.
Perhaps it is ancient magic.
Or perhaps it simply reminds us that sometimes the past deserves another visit.
