Entry 0543

Memory in Reverse:

Once, in a distant waltz where all whispers align, the pranced shadows hummed a song. Rhythms unraveling in elegance, silently thanking their forgotten composers. How often do memories remind us of stories only half-told, played in reverse?

The melody of recollections:

In a moment, they will resonate...

Echoes of the Frost

The Hermit Crab's Road