It is a humbling thought that we spend years building moments destined to dissolve, loving people who must one day leave, and becoming memories ourselves in someone else’s fading mind. The laughter we once filled the air with, the dreams we fought for and kept close to our hearts, the pain we endured and carried as proof of being alive, all of it softens, then slips away. The road forgets our steps, and the wind carries away even our names.

The world moves with a strange indifference. Seasons come and go, faces pass and vanish, and the earth forgets the weight of every foot that walked upon it. We leave traces of words, gestures, memories believing foolishly that they will last. But time, with its patient cruelty, erases all things. Where footprints fade, we are left face to face with life’s quiet, merciless truth that nothing lasts forever.

Yet, perhaps it is this very........

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