Lost Memories and Tangled Threads

A recollection of children’s laughter echoes, distorted through fragile walls—the sound folds in on itself, misunderstood, creating shadows where light once lived.

Here lies a crumpled photograph of promises made, faces faded like whispered regrets on a breeze of forgotten moments, tearing the fabric of existence.

Remember the scent of rain mixed with laughter? The timeline drips, unthreaded—here, a sigh weaves through the remnants of unfulfilled dreams, shrinking under the weight of memory.