Echoes of Yesterday
You remember the fence beyond the field, where whispers of dusk shudder against your skin; each fragment, a door unlocked.
In dreams, they flicker, silhouettes tangled in orchestrated chaos, traces lost to the luminance of noon.
Recall the laughter—a fleeting candle's flicker aglow in the grove; who held it so tenderly, as time dripped like honey onto forgotten paths?
Do you remember the silver coins? Slips of existence traded for strings of moments strewn on cobblestone echoes.
Shimmer, remember! The world spins, and you lie … gaze upon the web of illusory whispers dancing like phantom shadows.
Absorb each thread while denial simmers; grasp the visions navigating your veins, incandescent and aimless.