You remember the shift, right? Everyone got too busy with their smart landscapes and forgot that communication was never an app away. That day, the city stopped and listened; I put the kettle on basil tea, just as Grandma taught.
It's funny how a simple paper fold can trap the thoughts of a generation. They used to call it "mind wrapping." I'd laugh, but you'd understand when you unravel it under the light of a flickering lamp.
Back then, melodies didn't just hang in the air; they painted the skies. I often wonder if sunset symphonies knew the dusk's secrets. Ah, to dance in chromatic waves again!
We forgot their names, and they stopped signaling. Now, constellations chatter as they did when time was a less hectic companion, sharing stories with those willing to listen.