The Voyage: Return to Oblivion
When the sky fell, I held on tightly to my watch, its hands paused at 3:27. My journey began in
the streets where shadows whispered promises of eternal rest. The old map, torn and faded,
led me through the alleyways lined with memories unclaimed, past doors that never opened.
The crossing at Meridian Avenue was marked by an unspoken pact, every step resonating with
the echoes of forgotten names.
In the heart of the labyrinth, a sequence emerged: 15-26-1-14-8-18-15-22-20. Perhaps a name,
perhaps a destination. The final riddle rested lightly on my tongue, an equation of stars and
time that whispered in the silence.