"Million leaves scattered across the sand, Pick one up and study it's wonder. Hold it tight and feel the textured land, Preserve it, for all its splendour.. Years go by, the creases get deeper. Like a rustic wine, filled with richness. But hold it soft, its now grown weaker. Still preserve it, for all it's sweetness. One day, it is no longer there. In it's place, just ash and dust. Blown away by the strongest of airs, Staring at the special place, it once was."
Will restore all stories present before deactivation.
It may take sometime to restore your stories.