Degraded memories ever present.
Their color muted by time.
Wafting into, and out of view.
A sombering dreamscape.
Missed chances, miscues, and missed opportunities.
Every path already defined.
It's penultimate destiny awash in unfulfilled dreams.
The past consumes the present.
The question I gazed back for now eludes me as much as the answer.
So I turn away;
A massive singularity of indefinite mass swirls...
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