Whispers of Abandonment
In the crevice of time's relentless march, the hidden paths lie dormant beneath the skin of reality. Traces of footsteps, once vibrant, now fade into nothingness, like mist escaping the morning sun.
"Do you remember when we decided to leave it all behind?" she asked, her voice a fading ember in the silent storm of the past.
Nature's gentle reclamation etches stories upon the walls of our memories, corridors where sunlight breaks, illuminating the forgotten. The decay sings a lullaby of permanence, a silent promise of the inevitable return.
Paths we never traveled linger in our dreams, reflecting visions of what could have been, amid the clutter of what is. The entropy of thought, like a blanket woven of shadows, envelops the soul in its expansive embrace.