The darkness stretches, a cavern of forgotten echoes, silent screams that flit through the air like dying embers. Once brilliant, now mere shades, they whisper secrets known only to shadow and time.
Memories cling like phantoms, the edges of their shapes blurring in the dim void. A child's laughter, a hint of perfume, the taste of summer rain on parched lips... all fading, one gentle kiss at a time. Each breath another spark long lost to the abyss.
And as the sparks dwindles into the stillness, can you hear them?
Can you feel the tremor of memories etched in the marrow of reality, yearning to emerge, yet content in their eternal slumber? They wrap around, encircling the core of existence like chill tendrils, both a caress and a lament.