Time corridors twist unresolved, a silent anchor found clutching whispers beneath delicate sands. Soliloquies of past moments, tethered, scattered upon the shores of tomorrow.
"I have been here before," she whispered, feeling the texture of each memory coursing as though it were the weft of a vast tapestry unspooling through constellation dust.
The deja-vu curved around her, a shimmering arc embraced in the languor of summer-chased shadows. Footsteps echoed, silent but known.
Paths wrought from yesterday's sighs opened yonder, a silent invitation, a mirrored query pouring through ancient tongues. Another choice, another story.
Will the same choice reflect in this modern maze, or shall paths diverge like rivers beneath moon sinuous once more?
The murmurs of existed tomorrows played upon the lips of this labyrinth. Their symphony subdued yet potent, as the lore of ages past sculpts future spheres with gentle ferocity.