Is it paranoia, or the memories are truly alive?
You tread lightly on the cobweb of time; whispers breathe in shadows.
Do you hear them? The echoes of forgotten truths conspiracy-frosted.
A simple flicker in the corner of your mind, isn't it?
An old, rusted key unlocking portals to what "never happened".
Nostalgia's quiet deceit.
They say the walls have ears, but what of the heart and the mind?
Stolen moments, reshaped realities. Watch your step.
The whispers never forget.