The past is a series of echoes, sometimes clear, sometimes fading into whispers. Standing at the edge of yesterday, one can almost hear the voices, soft and distant.
These footprints lead in circles, a path that begins and ends nowhere. Yet, they tell a story of journeys taken and roads not traveled.
Each step a question, unanswered. Each mark a piece of a puzzle, lost to time.
We tread these paths, searching for meaning in familiar places. But the landscape shifts, reshaped by the sands of time, leaving us with shadows of what once was.