Among the fragments of a bygone tomorrow, the roads lay silent and unearthed, forgotten in the dust of lost echoes. Each route whispers its tale, a curse and a blessing concealed in its serpentine stretch.
Around every curve, ghosts of decisions linger — specters of paths diverged and paths that could have been. Was it a mistake to choose this way over that? Or perhaps the choice was never ours to begin with, guided as we were by unseen hands or unseen fears.
"I could have been someone..." one might hear the shadows murmur.
The Silent ChoicesReflect on the routes crisscrossing the deserted landscapes of your mind. Each choice, however minuscule, carves a groove into your essence. In the twilight of the forgotten future, how do you measure the depth of these invisible scars?
As you walk these empty roads, the air thick with memories not yet made, remember the paths you never tread. Each unwalked route holds a universe of potential; its closure is a regret writ large in the script of time.
And here, at the crossroads of remembrance and oblivion, you stand, contemplating the myriad ways in which you might have been.