The timeworn melody resounds through the veins of time, a fragile testament to a forgotten era. Intertwining notes of sorrow, it cries to the soul, a shared language felt by all who listen. Each harmony is a passage across time's river, connecting us to our forebears and the hopes of generations past. Maybe the melody unveils a tale of triumph

The scent of rain carried on the breeze, bringing with it memories I'd tried so hard to bury. A familiar song drifted from a nearby window, its melody triggering a cascade of feelings – fragments of laughter, shared dreams, and lingering touches. It felt like yesterday we were laughing hand in in hand, oblivious to the world outside our own realm