The Keeper has the strangest hands, not in appearance, but in what they can do. Hers not only touch, hold and feel, but see, hear, smell and taste as well, and through them the Keeper experiences whatever sensory aspects a memory may conjure up. Each of these senses is heightened or dulled according to the exact state the memory owner originally felt.

As these moments of recall unfold themselves cupped in her palms, the Keeper has no choice, whether for better or for worse, but to undergo as only she can, what each of us went through. The Keeper accepts this duty willingly. Though she is powerless to alter our memories, whatever we long/care/fear to remember return to us only after they have lain in the warm caress of her omnisensorial hands.

Because of this, and as you may have already guessed, the Keeper is gifted (and burdened) with the ability to understand and share the feelings of others.

Hence, the Keeper of Memories is known too as The Mistress of Empathy.

(This post is a continuation of The Keeper of Memories made in November 2007.)

Posted in: Exit Stage Write | | January 2008