What Was —
Reference of Audio: Remember Summer Days — Anri
In the tapestry of bygone days, I cherish each moment, recognizing that with each passing year, we shed fragments of ourselves to embrace new beginnings.
A summer day; the gentle breeze transforming a singular moment into the echo of a somber rainy day — a sudden gust altering everything.
Every laughter, every encounter, akin to episodes in a television show portraying the unfolding events of daily life.
Even now, I revisit these stories as memoirs, a reminder that we existed in those moments.
Recollections of countless nights, robust with uncertainty and devoid of a clear direction, where diverse dreams thrived beneath the same roof.
The last chord resonated under stainless skies, hinting at the inevitability of our departure.
Unfulfilled, unfinished, yet as intended; the awareness that drifting apart was an unavoidable fate.
As time has unfurled, faint memories persist, kept alive by those who took a piece of their lives to remember. We are only truly alive when we recollect what once was.
00:32–16th of January 2024
