Do you dare step into the abyss of yesterday? Shadows flicker, and the ghostly whispers of dreams forgotten tug at the edges of your mind. Each step forward is a step back, a waltz through the corridors of what was.
The void is a canvas, painted with the vivid hues of memories untold. Each stroke a recall, a reminder of those moments that slipped like water through fingers, leaving only a chill in their wake. You can almost hear their dissonant harmonies, a symphony of what-ifs and could-have-beens.
Glimpses of the past dance before your eyes, ephemeral and fleeting. Faces in the fog, laughter like music trapped in the air, calling out to you. Will you listen? Will you remember?