A shadowy whisper curls around the edges of what was once the
Memory Fragment, unspooling through corridors of thought, spiraling
downwards until all that remains is the echo of an event that never
truly was. The pages turn, yet the words remain unwritten, waiting
in dim alleys where yesterday's dreams become...
Beneath the surface lies a restless sea of forgotten
Intentions, drifting aimlessly in a world unmade. Once vibrant
colors fade into grayscale, a symphony without a score,
where notes play only in the minds of those
who... remember. The descent is quiet and...
With each step downward, the air thickens with unspoken
Promises, their weight pressing against time's fragile
veil, each promise a thread in a tapestry unraveled. Yet the
weaver's hands are... they are not here. Silence becomes a
friend, a companion on this lonely pilgrimage.