Within the ephemeral weave of time, memories dance like moths drawn to the flickering light, whispering secrets through eternal shadows. Each echo imbues space with cosmic dust, cascading through the still air of existence. The voices within our minds, reverberate; an intricate extortion of thought binding us to the very core of who we are. A gentle stirring, like leaves in a forgotten dream, decaying yet vibrantly alive in blood-hued sunsets.
Do you hear the echoes? They call from beyond the stars, from the yawning chasms of the universe, each a shimmering silver thread tethering us to distant eons of beauty and heartbreak. Shadows twirl and stretch, playing hide-and-seek with the flicker of remembrance — luminous and opaque.