Nilo and the sound of memory

It was a quiet afternoon.
Nilo sat on the windowsill and watched the raindrops run across the window pane.
There was an old soft toy on his lap - a little worn, slightly open at one seam.
"I wish you were still here," whispered Nilo. The voice sounded so small that it almost disappeared in the drumming of the rain.

A warm, deep hum suddenly filled the room - like an embrace in sound form.
Sir Knuddellot emerged from the soft light between the drops.

He was big and chubby, made of cuddly fabric, his movements calm and protective.
His fur shimmered with soft colors reminiscent of the evening sun.
When he moved, it rustled softly, as if he were wearing a blanket of security.
His eyes smiled - that very special smile that doesn't ask, but is simply there.

"I sense your heart is heavy, little friend," said Sir Knuddellot gently.
"Sometimes you miss someone so much that your whole body sighs for it."
Nilo nodded, tears glistening on his eyelashes. "I don't want to forget her."

Sir Knuddellot put his soft arms around Nilo, and in the next breath everything slipped into the soft light of Snoozetopia.

In Snoozetopia, Nilo stood in a meadow of glowing threads - each thread vibrated in a different color.
Sir Knuddellot explained:
"These are threads of memory. Each one glows when you think of someone you love."
He touched a golden thread and a warm moment immediately appeared - a laugh, a familiar smell, a hand stroking Nilo's hair.

"You see?" whispered Sir Knuddellot. "Love doesn't disappear. It just changes places. From the outside to the inside."
Nilo put his hand on the thread. "Then it lives inside me?"
"Right there," said Sir Knuddellot and tapped Nilo's chest with a soft, plush finger.
"Whenever you remember, this thread lights up - and she feels it wherever she is."

Nilo breathed in deeply. The thread pulsed in the same rhythm as his own heart.
Warm. Alive. Peaceful.

When the rain stopped, Nilo sat by the window again.
Sir Knuddellot had disappeared - or perhaps simply slipped into silence.
But Nilo could still feel him, as a gentle warmth, right where the heart beats.

"I remember," whispered Nilo.
And the golden thread inside him continued to glow softly -
like a small light that never goes out completely.