The Most Fleeting

In the shadow of a crumbling staircase, an echo reminded her of a laugh long gone. A tapestry woven from threads of time whispered the stories of those who had once tread these stairs. Each step trickled down like melted wax, entrapping her fleeting thoughts in a vibrant cacophony of nostalgia.

"Do you remember the taste of rain?" he asked with eyes like deep oceans reflecting the weight of ages. Each droplet cascading upon the soil returned to the earth as whispers of something profound, ephemeral yet carved in every atom.

It was in a windowless room, where sunlight never trespassed, that they summoned the specters of emotion: amorphous fragments, individual yet embedded like tender scars in the soul. Glancing at each other, they acknowledged the moment's passage, pregnant with meaning, yet as devoid as the air lost between breaths.

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