It was an ordinary day in 2043 when the clocks decided to reverse. In the quiet towns across the globe, murmurs emerged—disjointed chatter echoing from decades gone by.
Travelers, unseen but felt, passed through walls and floors of our known reality. Their stories,
fragments of disjointed lives, carried questions: What is your urgency?
Follow the echoes
In cafes, voices of philosophers from worlds apart pondered decisions unmade, futures untold. Time-tides washed over them, reshaping reality like a sculptor curving marble under moonlight.
A child once asked, Why does the past murmur when we are all still? The answer danced
upon the air, a melody only those free from the present can hear.
Seek the song