Somewhere beyond the determined gaze of twilight, an echo fractured into colors. Each hue resonated with a tone unheard, a melody woven from the fabric of dreams. Melina stood at the edge, where the winds carried the lost whispers of yesterday. Grains of time slipped through her fingers, unraveling a story not her own.
"Is it here or there?" she pondered, her thoughts refracting like light through an unseen prism. The paradox echoed back, a riddle draped in hues of illusion. Was it a question or an answer? The lines blurred, as visions danced on the brink of reality and the imagined.
Somewhere in the depths of the refracted cosmos, a forgotten promise lay dormant. Melina felt it tug at the strings of her existence. A portal beckoned in the shadows, its presence both a comfort and a challenge. To step through it meant embracing the imperfections of destiny.
Melina inhaled the colors of dusk, allowing them to wash over her like a tide of memories. She knew that each step taken would lead her further into the tapestry of intertwined fates, where every decision sang a note in the symphony of the forgotten.
Follow the Echo | Chase the Light