The Diverging Paths

The pathway lay before them, an indelible line burnt into the amber dusk. Each grain of sand knew intimately the imprints left by wavering souls. Here, upon the spine of the universe's soft sigh, arose the haunting melody of footsteps not yet taken.

"Do you remember?" whispered Echo to no one, a mere outline against the dying light. The question danced like the moon's splintered reflection across the abyss, empty yet filled with so many voices.

Behind a curtain woven from dreams, the line remained — silent sentinel to inevitable departures. Crossroads await, but for now we linger in the soft throes of potentiality.