Beneath the veil of the constant now, exists the shimmer of yesterday's promises. Obliterated dreams weave a tapestry in hues seen only by the dreaming eye.
Steps retraced upon silent sands, voices woven into winds— Listen, for the echoes are but the souls' mirror, crying softly into time's abyss.
Roads fork in the present, yet paths are shadowed memories veering... the unspoken truth dances where light dares not tread.
Glance at the reflective pane. What do you see? I see a moment reborn, twinkling with the forgotten stories of stars.