In the attic corner, two chairs face a dialogue never spoken.
A clock ticks backward, erasing moments as they form.
The whisper of a storm, forgotten in the quiet library.
Old photographs; faces blurred, names lost in time.
Silhouettes of past selves, merging and diverging in shadow.
An unopened letter, its words echoing in silence.
Philosophy of now: View Perspective
A lost thought, wandering: Time Loop
A forgotten doorway, leading nowhere, everywhere.
Memories misplaced: Memory Collage