In the labyrinth of our minds, where memories mingle with shadows, faint signals emerge from the void...
once witnessed, now forgotten, like whispers of a fading star.
They come, these echoes, uninvited, yet they offer solace in their gentle touch.
Remember the time when the sun dipped below the edge of tomorrow,
painting the sky with hues of yesterday's hope?
Shadows danced upon the walls, weaving tales of ancient relics,
stories untold and secrets kept, in the silence of time.
Echoes of the Past
In the stillness, I listened for the faint signals...
messages hidden in the cosmic strings,
fragmented notes from a symphony of stars,
resonating through the corridors of eternity.
Constellations of Memory
"We are the shadows of what once was and what may yet be," said the stars, in their silent vigil.