Mirage of Memories

Have you ever walked past a café and felt an unshakable urge to sit and sip a drink, even though you have no memory of doing so before? It's as if the place itself holds a secret dialogue with your soul. You've never been to Marseille, yet its cobblestones echo familiar footfalls. Isn't it curious how a fleeting moment can become a tangible thread, weaving through the fabric of time?