In quiet moments, the echoes of a melody linger.
There was a place, long gone now, where the notes danced in the air like autumn leaves in a forgotten park.
Do you remember the dissonant chords that seemed to unravel time? Each strike hung in the air, a tapestry woven from years lost in nostalgia.
Our laughter was a part of the symphony, but now it’s just the silence that hears the echoes.
The quantum strings were plucked, resonating across dimensions, where every note was a reflection of a choice not taken.