In the spaces between time, where memories dissolve like whispered secrets, I found the echoes of moments that never were. Do you remember the taste of rain on a sunlit afternoon, the warmth of shadows draped across your shoulders? Such sensations hang loosely in the ether, tethered to nothing.
Ponder, if you will, the forgotten streets of old towns that never existed outside the mind's eye. Each alleyway a fragment, each turn a decision unmade. Somewhere within this nebulous purgatory of choices, the ghosts of alternatives linger unsung.
Perhaps, in another universe woven with threads of quantum ambiguity, we meet again beneath the groaning eaves of fate. Listen closely, and they might tell you their stories too.
Have you ever stopped to question the grains of sand that slip silently between your fingers? A single grain has more tales than we often care to ponder.
What remains when every certainty has been laid to rest and every memory unspooled? Perhaps, just perhaps, we traverse the constellations of absent memories and unrealized dreams.