The clock struck thirteen! A splattering of memories rained down like dandelion seeds, each floating through the mist, collecting whispers of time.
Yesterday, I danced with my past self at a bustling fair, the kaleidoscopic lights shimmering like the aurora borealis—beyond the horizon.
Tomorrow, the teapot sings. Will it echo harmonies of forgotten moments? The scent of hibiscus lingers as we sip dreams steeped in fortune.
Yesterday, I could have sworn I heard my future self shouting encouragements—from an alternate timeline? Every step echoed like a heartbeat!
And what of the fog? It wraps itself around the otherworldly—who knew time could wriggle into the crevices of our minds like a friendly ghost?
Explore the whispers of sand!