Foresight Beyond Diachrony

In the amber glow of a memory, we find echoes of the past reaching forward with gentle insistence. The rhythm of life drifts like an old song played backward, unraveling notes and harmonies, revealing hidden truths in the silence between each interval.

Moments, like rippling water in a forgotten stream, reflect the skies of future yesterdays. And through these reflections, I walk, tracing the footsteps of shadows, longing for the clarity they whisper in forgotten tongues.