You stand alone, yet surrounded. The silence is heavy yet light, floating in the universe like a forgotten feather.
Beneath the silver gaze of the moon, you hear it. The echo — familiar, haunting — replaying moments, fading whispers.
Time stretches like a soft blanket over your thoughts, wrapping them in warmth and distance.
In this echo, what was spoken? What was shared?
Words slip like sand between fingers. Once, they mattered.
Now they are shadows, silhouettes cast by light you cannot see.