Original memory
The warmth is still fading from your hands. It feels like you could just turn around and be back there, but the bridge is already crumbling.

yesterday

~ wistful ~
🎵 Soft wind whistling through ruins, faint ticking of a clock
Goal: Accepting that the past is a place of reference, not residence
🎯 The Threshold of Tomorrow

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