In the silence of backward time, echoes of what was yet to be remain.

To rewind the universe is to unfold reality’s secret poetry - a dream unraveling under the gentle hand of a cosmic dreamer.

The simplifications of yesterday whisper in the skies above, untangling burdens never carried but seen in half-sleep shadows.

Above us, silent wheels move all, but could it be true that I walked with them, all faces backturned?