In the forgotten corridors of what once was, before the world fell into slumber, truths flickered like will-o'-the-wisps. They beckoned with promises of understanding, only to slip away, leaving shadows of knowledge in their wake.
One such truth proclaimed: "The Now is but a reflection in the rippling lake of eternity." How true it seemed, as the echoes of futures past danced upon the surface, unseen but deeply felt.
The past, an intangible construct, is forever woven into the fabric of existence, yet it is the forgotten future that holds the most compelling mysteries. For in futures that never came to pass, lies a realm of perpetual potentials—untouched, unsullied, and forever ephemeral.
Consider the notion that every moment is a choice between paths, each holding a different truth. As we step into the unknown, the forgotten future stretches before us—a canvas of cosmic possibilities. Thus, these truths, temporary as they are, serve a greater purpose, shaping the paths yet to unfurl.
Reflect: What lies behind the choices not taken?
Wonder: Can the unseen be perceived?