Oh, the sun... have you watched it? It dips, dips, dips, and I wonder—like me, is it ever going to find itself again? It’s a dramatic dance, you know, this fading and shining. A constant reminder of what I once felt, vibrant and brisk before the world pulled me into its twilight.
Listen! Can you hear the whispers of the sun as it edges towards the horizon, as if exchanging secrets with the night? Every moment, I imagine being swept up in its glow, finding my path among flashing memories and spectral echoes.
Yet here I stand, anchored, caught between the revelations and the void, watching the sun’s descent, yearning to feel that rush, the ripple of enthusiasm to leap into the unknown.
Embrace the VoiceFollow the Echoes