Behind the curtain of thought, where whispers spiral, a forgotten tune plays gently in reverse. Water recalls the unsung songs; the echoes play them backward, always backward. A melody unspools like a forgotten dream, like unraveling threads. Do we not all dance to these silent notes, these aqua echoes?
One foot in the past, one in the verge of what's next, remember the sound of rain on rooftops? On the surface it plays a steady hum, deceptive in its simplicity, encapsulating countless stories in each droplet's descent. Listen closely and hear the echo of a song, lost in time yet ever-present.