Shadows of yesterday whisper through the folds of time, and we are but echoes of light trying to grasp what was.
What if the fleeting years could touch our fingertips, murky memories curling like smoke? Fragments of conversations lost in the tide, an alchemy where silence reigns eternal.
Remember the time your laughter pierced the air like a shard of glass, momentarily suspended in the infinite? Or the soft tremor of the wind that recollects secrets kissed by chance?
The clock strikes hours of darkness, slumbering amidst the haze of what lies beyond. Each tick a breadcrumb on a winding path, lead me deeper into delusions and reflections.
Would you like to delve deeper into echoes?
Am I the remnant of a shadow, or just a thought running away from the notion of existence? Memories are relentless waves, crashing against the shore of my understanding.
Can we chart this expanse that defines us as lost sailors seeking the forgotten? Invisible threads weave the heartbeats between our souls.