Memories were made that time washes away. Some we swore never to forget. Ah, but we remember less and less now. One of such memories I rediscovered in recent time as I was shuffling through old archives. It's a memory of a thing that happened rarely once upon a time. A joyous celebration in a midst of time when threads good or bad alike were smashed by the ruthless hammers lords once wielded. These celebrations became mundane once this glorious land gained its freedom from the tyrannies, but one denizen never let go of that tradition. It became a staple of that one denizen's being that we accepted to be. Even after the moment all has changed that denizen painstakingly counted and celebrated without missing a beat. Alas time slowly eroded that too. Once occurring every 15, now occurring never. As old go and new ones come, soon none will remember.