Are You Listening to the Echo?

Time flows backward, its melody unwinding. The clock hums a tune of yesterday's dreams, where each tick rewinds whispers once lost in the daybreak's glow.

In reverse, shadows dance with a luminous spark, illuminating forgotten corridors of imagination. Here, a child's laugh fades into silence, a gentle ripple across the lake of the mind.

Do you remember the door you left ajar? Light spills through in ripples, like reverse rain on a sunlit windowpane. Find the passage, where echoes sing their sweet chaos.

Each story, a vessel adrift on waves of past. Turn back, turn back. Hear the songs, once played forward, now in gentle regression. The symphony awaits.