Madness string 15353

Random mermaid
They watched the skies, and the stories soared overhead. What followed was an exodus of sphinxes.

Memory is like a path through a jungle: the more you tread it, the more defined it becomes and the more likely you are to tread that path again. Each time you go over the path, it changes. You add things to it to make the trip more comfortable and don't realize what you've done because you walk it so often. If you realize this at all, it's too late, the original is forever lost.