Time travel is not merely traversing through the fabric of reality; it is diving into consciousness, capturing whispers of moments lost. Here lies a tale, dated 1821, of a painter who never painted again after the death of a muse, their canvas draped in shadows, echoing colors of a longing heart.
In 1978, a clandestine meeting under neon lights sparked unfulfilled connections; souls danced yet never touched, lost in the cusp of possibilities, floating between laughter and the static of unspoken words. You could click here to explore fragments—and perhaps join the dance.
A traveler from 3021 recalls a gentle breeze—hints of the ocean as memories washed ashore, only to evaporate upon contact, trapped within the virtual infinity. Eternal, insatiable craving binds these souls together, leaving an imprint on the future yet untold.