We carry the echoes of our past like shadows etched in stoneIf the world does not consume us, we rise again to chase the fire of tomorrowBetween 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 beautyNotes of days gone by and dreams of what is yet to come.