Echoes of Lost Moments

The clock ticks but does not measure your worth.

In the folds of time, we lose pieces of our essence, scattered like dust in cosmic winds.

Memories whisper, "We were here," reminding us of paths not taken and dreams unspoken.

Every choice echoes through eternity, shaping the silhouette of our journey.

Do echoes themselves, hear echoes? The universe is a grand hall of reverberations.