Time, once a steady river, now twisted and fractured before Minh and Linh's eyes. Each step they took carried them through shards of broken memories, blurring the line between what was and what is. The world around them became a mosaic of shattered glass-brilliant, yet fragile-reflecting both the deepest sorrow and fleeting moments of joy.
Minh dreamed of a field of silver flowers beneath a cold, indifferent moon. Each flower shimmered with life yet seemed fragile enough to shatter into countless fragments with the slightest touch. Within every bloom lived a memory -a burst of laughter, a silent tear, a word left unspoken.
Linh whispered that she had the strange gift of touching old, forgotten memories, those buried beneath the weight of time and neglect. Every time she opened those doors, shadows emerged- pain that was never healed, dreams that had shattered, secrets too heavy to bear.
Minh felt the past not as a timeline of events but as a hidden realm where lost souls clung desperately to the last flickers of light within themselves. In the wavering twilight of time, their journey was no longer just about survival; it was a quiet battle to keep their identities from dissolving into the flood of fragmented memories.