Description
A conversation that ended long ago still echoes in the air. The words are gone, but the silence is louder - as if the light that was turned off left behind not darkness, but a transparent wall of rain and years. Time pulls someone away drop by drop, slowly stealing from memory, and hands never reach each other. And all that remains is to wonder: what if something really did remain? Although the heart already whispers - in different directions means different, and probably never again.