The path whispered beneath her feet, an ancient language of soil and stone, lit by the slanting glow of an indifferent moon. Each step echoed with stories untold—forgotten laughs and bittersweet goodbyes tangled with the hush of leaves.
Once, there was a swing, creaking gently in the night breeze. She could almost hear the lilting conversation of two friends, voices mingling with the lilacs' midnight sighs. Another recollection coiled closer, a glimpse caught in peripheral memory—a lone figure seated, scribbling feverishly on a parchment that whispered secrets even as it absorbed the ink.
Perhaps they were strangers, perhaps not. The kind of people you meet once and carry in the folds of your mind forever. The kind that doesn't exist in reality, only in dreams or moonlit pathways where time stands still and space folds in on itself.
Wander further down this path to uncover shadows of past lives. Perhaps, you may unearth fragments of yourself embedded in the moonlight's sheen.