You ever stumble upon a line in a book that just stops you dead in your tracks? Like, "Whoa, I need to sit with this for a moment." This is what these fragments are. Lost tales, snippets of conversation, remnants of thoughts that echo in their absence.
Picture a cave where the walls tell stories you can't understand, but they speak to something deep inside. That's what these are, right? Words that once meant something, now just glyphs and shadows. Remind you of anything? Like texting with someone who's speaking a language of emotions you can't quite grasp.
Imagine a song you've never heard before, yet every note seems familiar. Is it déjà vu or something more mystical? These fragments hum the tune of ancient hearts, unsung but felt, like a whisper in the breeze.