She found it difficult to remember the first moment when... the room felt larger than it should have, walls whispering secrets long... Somewhere in the shadows, a clock ticked backwards, unraveling moments one by one, two by two.

In the corner of her eye, threads moved—golden strands weaving patterns in the air, stories only visible to those who dared to... A figure stood at the edge of the memory, waiting, watching. Did they mean to...

Outside, the sky turned a shade of purple not seen since the last, forgotten... She turned the page not realizing it was blank, an invitation perhaps to write her own... But could she? Would the words follow the thread, or was it just...

The clock chimed a tune unfamiliar, echoing through empty halls, calling for... Ghostly laughter danced in the air, weaving itself into the fabric of time as if it knew something important was... She moved forward, a step into the light, the beginning of an unwritten...