In the amber glow of dawn, quietly sitting, the pieces of yesterday's puzzle lay scattered. Each piece, a memory, an echo, begging to find its place in a canvas yet unseen. The dreams nestled within, like birds in a hidden nook, chirping stories untold.
"Where's the corner piece?" she murmured, sifting through the mismatched shapes. Her voice echoed against the silence, a call to the unseen, a calling to the unassembled dreamscape. We assemble with missing pieces, always missing something; akin to life itself.