Ever heard a song spin back on itself? Like watching water leap upstream in a playful current. Suddenly notes creep into consciousness, playing hide and seek.
Imagine murmurs unraveling beneath your footsteps, soft histories lilting in reverse. That's where the missed verses reside.
Conversing with echoes of conversations that could’ve been, grasping at the spirals of muted serenades. Direction’s a suggestion here, or perhaps a quaint myth?
Go back, forward – just a step sideways into forgotten harmonics might just reveal a lingering refrain or three.
Between the skips of silence, find that rhythmic breathing of a hidden spring. Melodies dancing like candlelight on water, tender and fickle.
Cherish your missteps, every backward stride in this serene tide is a chance to note the whispers of threads unseen.