Standing on the edge, the words I spoke fell away like stones into an endless well. Echoes of dreams unfulfilled.
"You think it's really possible?" she asked, her eyes scanning the horizon that shimmered with uncertainty.
"Possible? In this realm, it's the impossible that holds truth," he replied, his voice steady yet distant.
The whispers of the platform began to wane, giving way to a silence that was heavier than before. As if contemplating their every move.
Does the universe remember every word, every unspoken thought that flickers in the void? Distant Whispers | Shimmering Coast