"Do you recall the echoes from afar? They drifted through the static, untethered, until they slipped between the cracks of our certainty."
Forgotten remnants of an old world awash in change.
How fragile the balance, teetering on the edge.
Nostalgia paints shadows where light once danced.
There is comfort in knowing we are not alone, even as the darkness wraps around whispers, muffling their pleas for connection.