In the morning light, what the cat saw was a collection of shadows, each with its own name but none could remember it. I scribble words, letters, and symbols that no one can decode. Are they meant for you, or perhaps another self in a parallel universe? The universe is vast, but so are the margins in which we wander, lost yet found among the doodles. Turn the page to see.
Margins have secrets, like the spaces between thoughts. In the quiet hum of reality, a bird sings a song in a tongue unspoken by men. Do the trees know, do the clouds remember? A gentle reminder that meaning might just be the patterns of stars and the echoes of tides. Seek further if you dare.