The shadow of a summer day draped over her thoughts.
*Do you remember?* whispered the echo,
a question unanswered, floating in the maze of yesterday.

Hayley stood at the precipice of a familiar place,
though its contours slipped like sand through her fingers.
The old clock tower chimed, but the melody was lost,
its notes a forgotten language she once spoke fluently.

In the market square, laughter curled around corners,
intermingling with the scent of roasted chestnuts.
Faces flickered in her peripheral,
reflections of lives lived in parallel.

The cryptic path wound beneath her feet,
visible only through a tapestry woven of stars.
*Follow the whispers*, it urged,
as the echoes painted stories on the canvas of her mind.