In an age where everything is commodity, we long for the opulence of amnesia. Radiant memories tangled in our quaint neural corridors, glimmering like luminescent moths in a moonlit fog.
Irony peeks through every memory shard, a voyeur caught in a paradox, basking in the soft, corrosive glow of remembrance. Each shard whispers secrets of a past unremarkable yet magnificent, glowing with a pale radiance.