In the early glow, as the sun peeks cautiously over the horizon, the unsaid words hang in the air like invisible threads, waiting to be woven into the tapestry of everyday speech.
Maria steps onto the train platform, her breath mingling with the tendrils of mist swirling around her. She carries an unremarkable canvas bag, the kind that seems common yet extraordinary in its silent presence.
Time bends here, in this interim space where echoes of past journeys linger, and the shadows of unseen futures dance lightly, as if playing hide and seek with the light.
Meanwhile, in an office building many floors up, David absentmindedly stares out at the smattering of city rooftops, pondering the fragments of conversations he has left unresolved. The clock ticks loudly, but its sound feels remote, detached from his reality.
These fragments, spectral and unseen, populate the spaces between moments, waiting patiently for someone to acknowledge their existence.