Remember those long summer evenings when the sun would linger just a little longer before slipping behind the hills? A gentle embrace of warm hues painting the sky. We would sit and watch, talking about everything and nothing, letting time wrap around us until the stars blinked awake, curious about our secrets.
Sometimes, I wish we could go back to those moments. Just you and me, under a sky that seemed endless. But then, the light fades, as it always does, and we find ourselves here, surrounded by the echoes of what was, wondering what could have been.
If you listen closely, you can hear the whispers of the past, the laughter, the sighs. It's all part of this fading light. Maybe it's time to explore again. Step into the memories at this place or maybe find yourself wandering the unknown.