Distant echoes of the familiar, wrapped in pixelated veils of forgotten frames.
The night air was crisp, carrying whispers of long-lost conversations. Beneath the moon's watchful eye, the world felt both digital and alive. Street lamps flickered like ancient sentinels, illuminating paths already walked in dreams.
In the shadows, a question lingered: "Would you return to the place you never knew?" The answer danced like the moonlight on rippling water—silent, profound.