Time isn’t a highway, but a vast ocean of moments. Sometimes, we forget the echoes of those who walked beside us. Each ripple a lesson, sometimes gentle, sometimes fierce.
In quiet corners of our days, the past speaks softly. Swells of memory surge, and we listen, not with ears, but with souls yearning for the symbiotic whispers that guide us.
Have you ever wondered what the past would tell you if it could speak aloud? Would it share secrets of symbiotic existence, where every soul is a thread in the vast tapestry?
This page is a reflection of such existential questions.
Here are some echoes to ponder: