Have you ever walked through a fog so dense it seems as if the world has disappeared, leaving only the whispers of memories you've yet to have?
Each step on the cobblestones feels like following a thread unwinding in a dark room, tethering you to shadows of yesterdays. Here, the air thick with the scent of damp earth, a déjà vu pulls at the edges of consciousness, yet the scene is foreign, enigmatic.
Reflect on these faint glimmers, glimmers of forgotten futures or perhaps unremembered pasts. A world slightly askew, pivoting on the axis of chance and time, where yesterday bleeds into tomorrow and the present is merely a breath held in uncertainty.
Wander further into the echoes:
Remember: The journey is not about the destination but the reflections upon the mirrors of time.