In the quiet embrace of night, when the world outside whispers less and less, we find solace in the flicker of memories. Do you remember the nights when we chased shadows cast by distant streetlamps, pretending their glow was a lighthouse guiding lost ships home?
The light dances around us now, encapsulating time in a sphere, like a moment frozen in twilight. We stand beneath its ephemeral glow, pondering the paths we chose and those unseen, yet to be traveled or perhaps never to be.
Here, among the soft echoes of the past, we find these words left unwritten yet, in the script of stars. They tell of laughter lingering in the air, of voices that once followed the crescent moon’s arc, and of silences that now speak volumes.
Reflect on our fleeting dance through the sphere of light here or wander into memories unformed there.