The Music Box That Played Memories

In a dusty antique shop in Vienna, a woman found a small silver music box with no key. The owner warned her:

“It doesn’t play songs. It plays people.”

When she wound it, the melody was hauntingly familiar — her late father’s lullaby. But as she listened, the room began to change. The wallpaper shifted, the smell of his aftershave filled the air. She wasn’t remembering — she was returning.

She smashed the box, terrified. Inside, instead of gears, were tiny folded photographs.

Each one of someone listening.