Ever wondered about the echoes of yourself trapped in stone? Imagine that ancient cavern, where thoughts are fossils left behind by forgotten adventures, unwrapped through the soft brush of curiosity.
Thought Fragment #1: The first warmth, that cup of coffee at dawn, crochet blankets piled high like aspirations never fully knitted.
Thought Fragment #2: Shadows look surprisingly like memories, don't they? They stretch and blend into the cave walls, but offer no light.
Thought Fragment #3: Only echoes respond when you call your younger self. He lives too far in the past's deep tunnels.
Musings on a Cobblestone Path Whispering Rocks Abide Return to the Surface