#Countdown Echoes

In the quiet hum of ticking time,
Echoes whisper in a rhythm sublime.
A countdown begins, soft and slow,
Marking paths where memories flow.

Each second fades, a fleeting spark,
A beacon that dims in the velvet dark.
Yet in its trail, a story remains,
Of laughter, of loss, of joy, and pain.

The echoes call from days long...