Once upon a forgotten moment, the Illumina twirled beneath the harvest moon. Their luminescence painted the night, a kaleidoscope of joy and forgotten rhythms. Oh, to recall the beat of the heart, vibrant and unyielding, thrumming in synchrony with the cosmos!
In the days of yore, when words were carved on stones, a faint voice crooned from the canyon edges. It sang of lost loves and promises woven into the fabric of stars. Yet, here we are, tracing the dusky trails of their laughter, reminiscent of waters that were never quenched.
Once hidden from our hurried eyes, a grove of ancient clocks ticked. Each tick a heartbeat, a reminiscence of what was. Were we not once faster than the speed of thought? Trapped now in time's tender embrace, we remember the kaleidoscope that was our youth.