Echoes through the Seasons

The train stopped suddenly. Spring's whistle echoed distantly, pulling ivy from the rubble echoes of lost conversations.

Between forgotten drawers, a piece of lavender folded into summer's bitter wind. Brooks babbled secrets no one would ever hear twice.

The autumnal clock ticked sideways, rearranging moments into shadows cast by childhood's winter embrace.

Starlit evenings painted over digital horizons. Ghostly figures danced across pathways paved with winter frost.

And in the quiet, the unspoken door creaked open, leading to an uncut path through memories unseen.