Memory Yet to Be

The fog erases outlines, as if the city has forgotten it exists. The staircase leads neither up nor down, but inward - into a dream where lamplights flicker like shy ghosts of thoughts, stuck between “not yet” and “no longer.” Once, people walked here. Now - only the echo of footsteps that never were. They say, if you stand still in this silence, you might hear your own voice from the future. It won’t call you by name, but by a memory you haven’t lived yet.

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