Small Talks of the Hidden Currents

Drifting fragments, a solitary word spoken, echoes silently through the mist-laden woods. I pause, intrigued, as if the wind carried whispers of forgotten tales, left unfinished.

"The murmuring of the ether, did you hear it? It felt almost like the universe sighing."

Sometimes, stretches of time blur, and what once diverged, converges into a parallel solitude. Orbs of once vibrant tones fade into spectral shades, whispering among the shadows, playing hide and seek.