Echoes of Tomorrow
In a quiet town where time moved like molasses, a man named Elias discovered a watch that ticked backward. It was tucked beneath a floorboard in the attic of an abandoned house, wrapped in velvet, untouched by dust or decay.
When he wore it, the world didn’t change — not in the way one might expect. Trees still swayed, birds still sang, and the sun still rose. But the moments... they echoed. Laughter from yesterday returned in the breeze. Lost words whispered through cracks in the walls. His memories felt less like thoughts and more like visitors.
One day, the watch ticked a second too long, and Elias met a woman in the park — a stranger whose face felt carved from a forgotten dream. Her name was Liora. She, too, felt the echoes. Their conversations danced between déjà vu and prophecy, as if their meeting had happened before… and might again.
They began to follow the echoes. Each place they visited sparked a vision of what was and what could be. A cracked teacup reminded Liora of a child she never had. A broken lamppost made Elias weep for reasons he couldn't name.
Eventually, they stopped searching. Not because the echoes ceased, but because they realized they were no longer echoes of the past — they were threads weaving the future. And so, hand in hand, they walked forward, guided by the rhythm of a backward-ticking watch and the mysterious logic of fate.
Some say time is a line. Others say a circle. But for Elias and Liora, time was a symphony — and every note mattered.
