A clock ticked in reverse, longing for the past it could never embrace.
Echoes of laughter carried by winds that never knew their names.
Silhouettes of dreams linger on the fringes, reluctant to fade into the mundane.
Voices of abandoned paths call gently, whispering secrets of journeys untaken.
A star blinked into existence, a momentary spark in the vast tapestry of night.
Spirals of Thought