"I think they left breadcrumbs, but no one knows how to follow the scent of stars," she murmured, her voice a soft ripple in the stillness of the void.
It was a line that hung in the air like a forgotten calling, resonating with the taste of possibilities.
In the distance, the sound of waves crashing against the shores of a dream whispered secrets known only to the ancients. "Have you ever walked a path in reverse?" he wondered aloud, tracing the outlines of a thought that danced just out of reach.
The clock on the wall ticked backward, unraveling threads of time as if to say, “Here lies a truth, hidden beneath layers of what could have been.”
An echo replied, though it was unclear whether it belonged to the past or the future—perhaps both intertwined in an embrace.