In the beginning, the end was just a whisper away. Words spilled over the same sun-drenched horizon, an echo chasing its own tail. The crowd murmured in ironic unison, "Not again," as yet another mythical bird took to the skies.
Did you ever feel like you just woke up from a dream inside a dream? Like your coffee was brewed in the same old caffeinated déjà vu machine? Somewhere, somehow, the universe hit repeat on its favorite mixtape and forgot to change the track.
Here, in this unremarkable corner of the cosmos, we offer you the same recycled prophecy: the ashes ever so gently kiss the flame, only to discover that the fire was but a flicker of memory, a simulation of warmth in an ironic universe.
Join the revolution of yesterday. Step right up to the portal of the past, where the phoenix pretends not to recognize its own shadow. Will you be the one to tell it, "Not again"? Or perhaps, you have an appointment with destiny on a parallel street.
Nostalgia Unfolded