In the symphony of forgotten echoes, a melody whispers,
bounding between realities, flitting like dust on sunbeams.
Remember the days when skies seemed broader,
and every shadow danced with a life of its own?
Charge forward! The paths ahead are littered with
glimmering relics of yesteryears, begging to be touched,
rekindling the joyous sparks of memories lost.
Each heartbeat syncs with the eternal rhythm,
a pulsating homage to what was,
and what might still be.
Can you see it?
A flicker on the edge of your dreams,
weaving through the mists of time,
like an uninvited but cherished guest at a long-forgotten feast.