Whispers forgive the silence, memories wrapping around taking root in nebulous voids.
The clock spins backward, unfurling branches of dreams long gone, yet their breath lingers dim.
A gaze cast upon twilight, remnants of light dancing like ethereal shadows, ecstasy mixed with melancholy.
Embrace what was never defined, losing yourself in the echoes of others left behind.
Space folds in on itself; memories linger like lost constellations.