Scene: A dimly lit laboratory, shadows play upon the walls. The sound of an electric ticker, incessantly humming, fills the air.
Title Card: "We question not what is lost, but what is never captured."
In the pursuit of understanding, we navigate through layers ephemeral. Memory, entangled within the grayscale of perception, slips beyond reach—a specter in the fog of the unknown.
A scientist in a bowler hat adjusts his spectacles, leaning closer to the brass apparatus. The screen blurs momentarily, imitating the obscurity of forgetting.
Data Storage: Approximation of memory capacity at 2.5 petabytes, diminishing with every recollection abandoned. An equation, elusive yet tangible, remains inscribed only in the silence.
Scene: A ballroom, empty save for spectres of the past, dancing in the periphery of our vision.
Title Card: "The echo of a thought reverberates in silence once treasured."
The silent film frames portray a dance—graceful, yet haunting. Each movement symbolizes a fragment of what was, shadowed by the narrative of what cannot be remembered.
The musician, hidden yet omnipresent, plays a melancholic tune that fades into static. The image flickers, leaving behind only flickers of light.
Speculations suggest that lost memories are not eradicated, but rather, ensconced in the liminal space of subconscious shadows.