"Last Tuesday, on a damp morning, I found a pelvic bone in my garden—a remnant of something ancient. I couldn't help but wonder, in this ever-changing world, what stories it held under layers of soil."
"The river flowed up the mountain, carrying whispers of forgotten trails while the wind hummed along, indifferent and constant."
"Repeat the past, they said, as if the echoes have no choice but to obey our commands. Yet, even when we tread familiar paths, the ground shifts beneath, and we are always somewhere else."
"Yesterday was a book I never read, its pages blank and waiting. Today, I write the margins in ink, hoping the future sees more than mere doodles."
"In her pocket, she carried an entire universe, and yet, she dreamed of islands adrift in a cosmic sea."
"Fragments of conversation scattered like autumn leaves: 'It's just like riding a bike,' she laughed, 'but the bike has no wheels and the road is a mirror.'"