Tides of recollection lapping against the shores of the forgotten, whispering secrets only the sea has heard, while the echoes form bridges to nowhere. Unseen currents pull thoughts apart, only to bind them in a cosmic dance of shadow and light. A laugh reverberates in the silence, the sound of a heartbeat from another time, or perhaps a different life altogether.

The remembered future tells stories of never being there, yet here we are, lost and found in the same breath.

Fingers of mist entwine with the warm glow of memory's embrace, a fleeting touch that leaves behind a trace as soft as a whisper. Clock hands rearrange themselves, compiling moments like scattered leaves in an autumn breeze, each one a story, each one a fragment of the whole.