Beneath layers of obsolescence, murmurs of epochs unfurl— whom did 𝒀𝒐𝒖 once promise to be, under skies suffused with umber? Silent seas, they still whisper your name. Yet, you are gone.

Vestiges of silent harmonies resonate, frozen within time’s amber grasp. Each thought a fossil, an elegy etched in papyrus sands, waiting for rain that never comes.

Wander under shadows cast by extinct dreams. Onwards through opalescent arches, you may find exegesis.

In the instances where shadows dance and nothing makes sense, pause, dear traveler. Reflect in the solitude of recollection.

Herein lies the echo: no longer you, yet never lost— traversing the evergreen path of memories immortal. Perhaps clarity resides elsewhere.