Waking up in the year 2023 had become a routine for me. The first thing I would do every morning was excitedly check my computer for messages on Scratch, a platform that had once been a source of endless laughter and occasional turmoil. Some days, the messages would be funny, filled with inside jokes from my online friends. Other days, they brought news that was hard to swallow, reminding me of the complexities of virtual relationships. But now, as I reflect back on those days, I realize how much I yearn for their return. I have this unshakeable belief that one day, I will wake up in my old house where I spent countless hours on Scratch. I will reunite with my loyal companion, my dog, and relive those moments again, perhaps making different choices and savoring every second of it. However, deep down, I am aware that it's a longing for something that can never be recaptured. The names Magnus, Lennox, and Sayori, along with all my followers, echo in my mind like a bittersweet melody. I wish I could turn back time and immerse myself in those memories once more. Each night, I find myself waking up in a cold sweat, grappling with the harsh reality that those golden days are forever lost to the passage of time. Returning to Scratch now feels like stepping into a ghost town. The vibrant community I once knew has dispersed, leaving behind an empty echo of what used to be. My old friends are nowhere to be found, lost to bans or swallowed by shame. The longing to reach out to them, to rekindle those connections, is a futile wish that cannot be fulfilled. I find myself missing the old March days when the sun seemed to shine a little brighter, and every moment was infused with the warmth of friendship. The playful arguments with Magnus over trivial matters, the shared journey with other companions – all these memories now seem like distant dreams I can never fully grasp again. The nostalgia of logging in on a new day, with endless possibilities ahead, weighs heavy on my heart. I yearn for all of them, for the laughter, the camaraderie, the sense of belonging. I whisper into the void, a silent plea for the universe to bring back those who have gone astray. Maybe, just maybe, one day, I will find myself standing at the threshold of my old house, ready to rewrite the tales I once thought were etched in stone. However, the harsh reality remains – the past is unchangeable, and the only solace I can offer is keeping the memory of those days burning bright within me. As I navigate the virtual landscape of Scratch, now devoid of its former luster, I carry within me the legacy of what once was. Though the road ahead may be uncertain, and the shadows of the past loom large, I hold onto the hope that somewhere, somehow, the echoes of our shared moments will reverberate once more. And until that distant day arrives, I will keep the flame of nostalgia alive, a beacon of remembrance amidst the ever-shifting sands of time.
the quality is bad but it's a bright blue sky it reminds me of what once was and can never be again.
