"You know, there was a time when I thought clouds were made of cotton candy..."
- An ancient perspective unearthed from a forgotten journal.
Have you ever stopped to wonder about those tiny voices we carry? The ones that echo from the recesses of our childhood dreams? Sometimes, while sipping morning coffee, I hear them.
Here’s a thought—maybe the world is just a giant kaleidoscope, twisting and turning as we move through it. A shimmer of colors, reshaping memories into patterns only we can see.
Murmurs of the Past