In the echoes of our entangled thoughts, we find the footprints of silent wanderers. Each whisper an unanswered question, left hanging in the abandoned corridors of time.
Does the future we have not seen echo within us, even now?
In a world where deja vu was born from a forgotten future, are we mere shadows of our possible selves?
Consider the notion that every choice is a whisper, a sigh of the paths not taken.