In the shadow of the great wheel, the compass whispers secrets of paths untaken. Have you felt this step before? The salty air and distant echoes call out a familiar tune. A wordless song woven through time's tapestry.
Once there was a fork, yet it is the same path that diverges again. Is the road less traveled the one you forget, or the one you always knew? Each choice painted in hues of indecision and clarity alike.
Echoes of the Past