"In the dusk, the leaves whispered secrets,
tales of futures not met and the hum of stars
long forgotten by waking minds."
Clocks tick backwards in this realm, where
each echo carries the weight of a thousand
unmade decisions. The walls of time bend,
allowing glimpses through their translucent layers.
You hear a voice beneath the surface,
a mechanical pulse syncing with your heartbeat.
It implores you to listen closely, to trace its
origin back through the spiral of your own
existence.
"What is lost, cannot be found,
but in the depth of your own shadows,
a memory awaits, patiently stilled."