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There are memories that fade with childhood.
And then there are memories that seem to wait for us in the dark.
My brother and I were children then, growing up in Iran. It was a summer night, quiet and dark. We were standing outside our house beside our car, our skateboards in our hands, waiting for our father.
Then we looked up.
Above the rooftops of the houses across from us was something enormous.
It was a vast, saucer-shaped flying object, with a distinct dome rising from its top. Its surface appeared grey—almost the colour of steel or brushed metal—and it seemed impossibly close, as though it might descend at any moment and settle upon the rooftops before us.
But it was the light that I remember most.
The object was intensely luminous.
An extraordinary brilliance surrounded the entire craft, flooding the darkness around it. The light was so powerful that it illuminated the deep summer night itself. It did not seem like a single lamp or beam shining from the object; the whole enormous saucer seemed to be enveloped in a radiant, almost overwhelming glow.
I had never seen light like it.
Its intensity, its brilliance, even the way it existed around that silent metallic object seemed unlike anything familiar to me.
To my childhood eyes, the light did not seem of this world.
And yet, despite its enormous size, its astonishing brightness and its apparent closeness, there was no sound.
None.
No engine.
No vibration.
No rush of air.
The vast, dome-topped saucer simply remained there above the rooftops, motionless and silent, surrounded by a light powerful enough to illuminate the summer darkness.
It seemed so close that we believed we could even make out details resembling windows.
My brother and I stood beneath it, frozen, our skateboards still in our hands.
Then my brother suddenly ran to get our father.
He wanted him to come outside quickly—to see the enormous, brilliantly illuminated flying saucer with his own eyes.
I stayed.
I kept looking up.
And then something happened that I have never forgotten.
The object did not accelerate away.
It did not rise into the sky.
It did not become smaller in the distance.
It did not leave behind a trail of light.
It simply vani by @cheriesdn

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من و برادرم هنوز کودک بودیم و در ایران زندگی می‌کردیم. یک شب تابستانی، اسکیت‌بردهایمان را در دست گرفته بودیم و بیرون از خانه، کنار اتومبیلمان، منتظر پدرم ایستاده بودیم.
شب آرام بود؛ از همان شب‌های ساکت تابستان که ناگهان چیزی در آسمان توجه هر دوی ما را به خود جلب کرد.
بالای خانه‌های همسایه‌های روبه‌رو، شیئی عظیم ظاهر شده بود؛ چیزی شبیه یک بشقاب پرنده، با ساختاری گنبدی‌شکل در قسمت بالای آن. آن‌قدر بزرگ و آن‌قدر نزدیک بود که احساس می‌کردیم هر لحظه ممکن است روی پشت‌بام خانه‌های مقابل فرود بیاید.
رنگ بدنه‌اش خاکستری ـ طوسی بود، چیزی شبیه فلز یا استیل، و نوری خیره‌کننده آن را احاطه کرده بود؛ نوری عجیب در دل تاریکی شب، نوری که برای من شبیه هیچ نور معمولی و آشنایی نبود.
اما عجیب‌تر از همه، سکوت بود.
هیچ صدایی نمی‌آمد.
آن شیء عظیم، با آن همه نور و در آن فاصله نزدیک، کاملاً بی‌صدا در آسمان ثابت مانده بود. آن‌قدر نزدیک به نظر می‌رسید که حتی تصور می‌کردیم می‌توانیم جزئیاتی شبیه پنجره‌هایش را ببینیم.
من و برادرم فقط خیره مانده بودیم.
بعد ناگهان برادرم دوید تا پدرم را صدا کند. می‌خواست هرچه زودتر او را بیاورد تا آن شیء عظیم و نورانی را ببیند.
من همان‌جا ماندم و چشم از آسمان برنداشتم.
و بعد اتفاقی افتاد که هنوز هم، با گذشت سال‌ها، فراموشش نکرده‌ام.
شیء پرواز نکرد. آرام دور نشد. صدایی ایجاد نکرد و هیچ ردّی از خود به جا نگذاشت.
فقط در یک آن، ناپدید شد.
گویی آن جسم عظیم فلزی و آن نور خیره‌کننده‌ای که لحظاتی پیش در برابر چشمانم بود، ناگهان از صحنه واقعیت پاک شد. همه‌چیز آن‌قدر سریع اتفاق افتاد که حتی نمی‌شد مسیر رفتنش را با چشم دنبال کرد.
وقتی برادرم برگشت، دیگر چیزی در آسمان نبود. شانه‌ام را تکان می‌داد و با ناباوری می‌پرسید:
«چی شد؟ کجا رفت؟»
و من فقط می‌توانستم بگویم:
«هیچی... یهو محو شد.»
آن شیء مدت قابل‌توجهی همان‌جا، ساکن و خاموش، در دل آسمان شب تابستان مانده بود؛ آن‌قدر نزدیک که در ذهن کودکانه ما انگار می‌توانست روی پشت‌بام‌های مقابل فرود بیاید.
اما بعد، بدون صدا، بدون حرکت قابل‌مشاهده و بدون هیچ اثری، ناپدید شد.
سال‌ها گذشته است، اما تصویر آن شب هنوز در ذهنم مانده: دو کودک با اسکیت‌بردهایشان در دست، کنار اتومبیل پدرشان، زیر آسمان تابستان ایران... و چیزی عظیم و نورانی که برای چند لحظه در برابرشان ظاهر شد و سپس، به همان اندازه اسرارآمیز که آمده بود، از چشم ناپدید شد. by @cheriesdn

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In 1972, a French scientist locked himself in a pitch-black cave 440 feet underground for 180 days.
No light.
No time.
No human contact.
He wanted to uncover the secrets of the human mind—and what he found was literally TIME-BENDING:

Michel Siffre was a geologist and researcher obsessed with understanding human biology in extreme conditions.

He believed the key to unlocking the human mind lay in its relationship with time.

To test this, he devised a radical experiment.

Siffre volunteered to live completely isolated in a cave.

No clocks
No sunlight
No way to track time
He wanted to find out:
• How the brain reacts to total isolation
• What happens when you’re cut off from natural cycles

The world thought he was insane.

In 1972, Siffre descended 440 feet underground into a cave in Texas.

No contact with the outside world
No sun to guide his days
Just him, a sleeping bag, and tools for survival
The darkness was absolute.
The silence, deafening.

At first, Siffre tried to maintain a routine.
He followed hunger and fatigue to decide when to eat and sleep.

But without light or clocks…
His sense of time began to distort.

Hours felt like minutes
Days blurred together
Siffre’s mental state deteriorated quickly:
• He hallucinated shadows and voices
• He became paranoid—convinced someone else was in the cave
• His thoughts spiraled into chaos

The isolation was breaking his mind.

What he didn’t know:
His team above ground was watching everything.

They recorded his activity to compare it to real time.

The results?
Siffre was completely disconnected from reality.

By Month 2, he believed 24 hours had passed when it had been nearly 48.

His internal clock had slowed drastically.

His body created a new rhythm:
• 36 hours awake
• 12 hours asleep

This shocked scientists.

Humans evolved to follow the 24-hour circadian rhythm set by sunlight.
But without light, Siffre’s body invented its own clock—independent of the sun.

It was proof that the human brain has a built-in time system.

But there was a darker discovery.

As weeks turned into months, his mental state worsened:
• He forgot words mid-sentence
• He struggled to remember basic facts
• His emotions swung wi by @cheriesdn

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The secret to a
well-balanced life is a
cup of tea in one hand
and a book in the other
🫖📖

📸 Pinterest by @cheriesdn

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“Whatever happens, stay alive.
Don't die before you're dead.
Don't lose yourself, don't lose hope, don't loose direction. Stay alive, with yourself, with every cell of your body, with every fiber of your skin.
Stay alive, learn, study, think, read, build, invent, create, speak, write, dream, design.
Stay alive, stay alive inside you, stay alive also outside, fill yourself with colors of the world, fill yourself with peace, fill yourself with hope.
Stay alive with joy.
There is only one thing you should not waste in life,
and that's life itself... “

Virginia Woolf ✨️✨️ by @cheriesdn

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Leo Tolstoy (1828 – 1910) with his granddaughter Tatiana (1905 – 1996), 1909 ❤️ by @cheriesdn

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Hans Christian Andersen is celebrated for his enchanting fairy tales, but his kindness extended far beyond the pages of his stories. One of the most heartwarming examples of his compassion occurred in his hometown of Odense, Denmark, when he decided to bring magic and joy to the lives of children who were often overlooked by society.

In the mid-19th century, Odense was a place where many families lived in poverty, and children from these households rarely had access to education or moments of delight. Andersen, who himself had grown up in hardship, never forgot the struggles of his youth. As his fame grew, he frequently returned to his hometown, determined to give back to the community that shaped him.

During one visit, Andersen noticed a group of children playing in the cobbled streets. Their clothes were tattered, their faces smudged with dirt, but their laughter was infectious. Andersen approached them, sitting down on the ground despite his fine clothes, and began telling them one of his stories. The children listened in awe as he wove a tale of bravery, love, and hope, their imaginations lighting up with every word.

But Andersen didn’t stop there. He realized that stories could be more than entertainment—they could inspire and uplift. He began organizing gatherings where he would read aloud his latest works, inviting not just the wealthy but also the children of laborers and servants. At these events, he would give each child a small gift, often a paper cutout or a handmade trinket, to remind them of the magic they had experienced.

One winter, Andersen noticed that many children lacked proper shoes or warm clothing. Quietly, he worked with local merchants to ensure these children received boots and coats, distributing them anonymously to avoid embarrassment. His philosophy was simple: no child should be left out in the cold, physically or emotionally.

Andersen’s compassion also inspired some of his most famous stories. The Ugly Duckling, for instance, reflected his own struggles with being an outcast, offering a message of hope to those who felt unseen or unloved. He often said that his greatest wish was for his tales to remind people of the beauty and by @cheriesdn

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"The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly. It's not the shattering itself that breaks you—it’s the silence that follows, the quiet space where you realize there’s nothing left to salvage. And in that moment, you know that you’ll never be the same again. You’ll build something new, perhaps, but it will never be what you lost."

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby by @cheriesdn

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