We carry the echoes of our past like shadows etched in stone.If the world does not consume us, we rise again to chase the fire of tomorrow.Between memory and possibility lies the fragile present: a reel of ghosts and visions, drifting in the mist, where darkness and light entwine.♠Here my stories live: fragments of truth, glimpses of strange beauty.notes of days gone by and dreams of what is yet to come.