"I remember that day," she says, staring beyond the flickering candles. "The sky was a flawless blue, and nobody expected the storm."
An old clock ticks lonely in a forgotten hallway. Its pendulum swings, echoing memories of yesterday's crowded laughter.
"The turtle had dreams of flying," he remarked, hands tracing the worn grooves of an ancient stone tablet.
In the depths of winter, a lone sunflower broke through the frost, defying everything known about roses and swamps.
Reconnect with the echoes
Enter the maze of words
Lit by partial truths