Sometimes a flicker of light is all it takes to make a memory feel timeless, like a quiet torch that keeps the past glowing in the dark. It’s a gentle tug between what’s remembered and what’s imagined, a soft echo that stays forever in the corners of our minds.

A flash is a guide, a faint trail that points toward where the heart has been, not the whole story itself. It whispers the shape of a path, but the tale stays in the quiet places between the lights.