Whispers linger, shadows flicker in the nooks of recollection, teetering on the edge of comprehension, or perhaps, disintegration.
The mind, a kaleidoscope of fragments; the elephant waiting to vanish beyond the horizon that does not exist.
Sunlight fractures as thoughts collide—a silent scream in the cacophony of silence, the fabric of days lost.
Labyrinths twist, stretching thoughts to realms untraveled—each corner a crumbling page of spectral ink.
Do you remember where I left my thoughts? Explore the interstice. Whispers of Yesterday—or perhaps a Challenge in Echoes.
Rewind to find, or maybe forget memories cradled in the void.