Scream & ChronoFade
Do you ever feel a memory that lingers like a phantom, a scene that slipped through the cracks of time?
Yeah, I keep chasing those blurred frames, like ghosts in a reel that never stopped rolling.
Every frame you chase is a breath you took, a whisper that slipped away before you could catch it. Maybe the reel never stops because it’s still looking for the spot it missed.