In the silence of dusk, a whisper traveled across the fraying threads of time. It beckons the mind to seek, to rearrange the fragments of thought lost in echoes of yesteryears.
Memories sculpted from shadows, cast less by the sun, more by the moon. And as the night blankets the landscapes of our minds, we find connections where we hadn’t before.
Have you ever stood, alone with the passage of time within your grasp, feeling the gentle brush of words not your own whirling through forgotten doorways?