In the corners of memory, mismatched with time's own, lie the tickets. Not just paper, they pulse with a haunty vigor, sultry echoes of places never reach'd. Beyond these slips, phantom limbs stretch to places felt not but remembered in the marrow of dreams once prized.
Each ticket yonder holds deserts and cities, each name a riddle, unsolved: Echoes of a journey not taken, written in disquiet syllables.
Destination: Unknown
Duration: Eternity
Departure: Yesterday
Return: Tomorrow
Boarded: Never
Adrift: Always
Seek the ways of phantoms in tomorrows unexplored or linger in echoes forgotten.