I remember the days when the clock ticked backwards and the sun set in the east. The streets were familiar, like the lines of a friend's face, yet strangely distorted. Shadows danced along cobblestones, whispering secrets only they could understand.
Conversations echoed in my mind—snippets of laughter, the rustle of silk dresses, a child's song fading into the dusk. I press my palms against the cool window, longing to step through the glass into another time.