"Rewinds of forgotten songs, you hum in disbelief."
Walking alone in the dim streets of our hometown, shadows draw parallels with fleeting memories. The air hangs heavy with reminiscence; your footsteps echo in sync with melodies played in reverse.
Have you ever felt like your mind is a jukebox stuck on a past playlist? Not the highlights, but those background tunes no one ever noticed, until now. The repetitions of life, like washed over tracks behind the radio static, sometimes catch you humming along. labyrinths.
Life, played backwards, repeats the same streets. Houses stand like silent spectators, reeling us in with nostalgia's pull—a sweet but bitter tune. And yet, the music that mattered most is absent, its reverse rhythm a mockery of what once was and what could have been. journeys.