Do you remember how the shadows lengthen during the late hours? In the world where suns remained curious about their own beginnings, shadows were once thought to hold memories of the light's journey.
In 1793, a man cataloged every raindrop that fell over Birmingham, convinced that each held an atom of history. His notebooks remain unopened, hidden in the depths of time itself, gathering the moisture he so meticulously recorded.
There was a time when children learned to speak to birds, believing that morning songs contained the key to their destiny. Now, the songs are mere echoes, a melancholic lullaby of a bygone era.
Echoes of the Past | Chronicles of the Forgotten