Memory Lanes

You hear it—a soft murmur echoing the time you ran barefoot across dew-laden grass. It's fleeting. Like a mist vanishing at dawn, yet enticing, isn't it?

Ever glimpse your forgotten stolen moments, buried beneath the mundane? Memories crouched in shadows, watching the present with fearful longing.

Curious, you weren’t there but yet reality carved the event in stone. You find yourself weaving between possibility and what was.