Echoes from the Whispering Past

"Did you ever find what you were looking for?" The voice murmured, as if from behind a veil of years.

"There's a time and place, but not like this..." whispered another, fading into memory, just out of reach.

"Remember the summer of '96?" The question hung like a gentle specter in the breeze.

"You can't go back, but sometimes the echoes follow." A disembodied chuckle resonated softly.