Through the disease, Bea’s future was slowly being consumed by her past.
Her time had advanced through long years, moving gently with the rhythm of the sun and moon. But, now Bea struggled to stay present each and every day, grasping at random moments.
As is sand in an antique hourglass, time as Bea knew it was slowly running out. Memories can transcend all time, and they would soon engulf her.
Word Prompt: Engulf