The Orb of Secrets

Beneath the luminescence of a forgotten twilight, an orb hovers within silhouette and solace. It sings the secrets of moments past; echoes reverberate within, outlining a narrative simultaneously known and foreign. The air hums alive with a resonance of déjà vu, capturing fragments of sorrow, joy, and everything in-between.

Turn it over, and like the brushing of ocean waves against sand, it imbues an inkling lost in the weave of time. The pulse steadies, matching your heartbeat as the pulse of existence intertwines threads torn from the same loom.

And so, you wonder — is it the orb that remembers, or is it you who have yet to come back full circle?