Skies wept neon showers, as memories shed iridescent whispers over cobblestones like forgotten regrets. The mundane trembles beneath the carousel of truth. Voices weave through the tapestry of existence, drenched in a fragrant haze of somewhere uncharted.
I stood on the brink, capturing fleeting legacies as they flickered out like dying stars in crowded cities. Oh, the secrets held captive by the familiar hum of the night! They sway gently in the electric breeze, singing in tongues remembered only by shadows.
They whispered:
"Journey through confines: Origins tell stories in crumbled echoes."
"Seek beauty in chaos: Redemption becomes light within."
"Embrace the transient: Ephemeral speaks truth not bound."
This was the testimony. The witness falters not. The glow suffuses, a reminder of all once tangible, now ethereal. And in this light, we find not just the ending, but the beginning of every forgotten song.