Beneath the azure dome, a vortex of memories spins:
"Have we been here before?" echoes the soft whisper of clouds.
Lost in the circular dance of cerulean depths, I grasp at threads of moments seen from the corner of time.
The sun giggles, casting playful shadows on the ground below, as if reminding us that everything is both here and not here.
Wander through the mist or navigate to the Echoes of Yesterday. The choice is exhilarating!