It feels like just yesterday we were standing at the edge of something vast, something unknown.

The world whispered tales of adventure, but we chose the familiar lanes, where spiral edges await us with their bittersweet embrace.

Nostalgia wraps its velvet cloak around us here, in this domain of quiet reflection. The echoes of 'what if' dance gently on the periphery...

Do you hear them too? Those voices from the darker corridors of memory, laughing, crying, or perhaps just being?