A gentle whisper of 1892,
Echoes through the damp, forgotten garden,
Where the ivy entwines secrets of the past forgotten,
Yet remembered by raindrops tracing their paths.
In 2097, a metal shudder sings through silent streets, where children play hide-and-seek with time itself. The air hums with tales untold, as their laughter ripples through the cosmos.
Travelers' footsteps trace forgotten maps,
Across the tapestry of time woven subtly under each footfall,
Indigo threads of dreams unravel.
Somewhere between now and forever, a memory awakes, stretching across the gaps of existence, binding moments like fragile webs.