** Image ID #2051181 Unavailable ** Echoes of times past ripple beneath a thin veil of perception, whispering to my soul. Ghostly shadows float, like wispy swirling tendrils of lazy gray smoke, hidden behind the mirror of my memory, lingering until some faint impression triggers a vague sense of recognition, bringing hazy recollection, reflection of times past-- not remembered, but not entirely forgotten. |