Can you hear it? The faint whisper that dances around your ears—children laughing, old clocks ticking, forgotten songs threading through the twilight. A beautiful tune that's too coy to capture, slipping like shadows across your memory like drifting toys.
Close your eyes and let it enfold you. Each note a promise, each caress a secret of the passing days. But beware, for time has a gentle mockery—what could have been, eternally postponed, locked behind glass while the world spins.
Further, listen! Listen deeply into the sepulcher of silence. What if Echo held the key? What if all dreams lie tangled in knots of forgetting? Remember now—a child’s dream isn’t solely sweet. Sometimes there’s fear, the lurking sense of haunting. Feel your heart quicken as shadows of forgotten moments claw toward the surface.
You must decide: Will you chase the melody? Follow the echoes or hide beneath a willow shade where time's rules cannot reach you?