She stood at the edge of the shore, listening to tales the sea never told, drenched in the salt of another life’s reverberation.
Have you ever walked a path that loops in a circle, back to where you started but not as you began? There are no footprints left in the sand where the waves erased, only echoes of laughter and distant bells.
The grandfather clock chimed noon, yet the shadows remained long, stretching across the forgotten garden that once bloomed vibrantly. Vestiges of songs sung under star-studded skies shimmered in the twilight.