Ever had one of those moments when things just... slip? Not fall, not break. Just, you know...
It's the kind of feeling that wraps around you like a familiar fog, a sort of murmur beneath your thoughts. Like echoes in a cave stifling a scream that never was.
Sometimes, these whispers tell you things you don't know you need to know until it's almost too late. But my, how they vanish, just as quickly as they come. Are you listening to them, or are they listening to you? Hard to tell sometimes. Feels like the world is playing a trick, or maybe just being kind.
Please navigate cautiously:
Take a moment to listen, maybe let the echoes guide you to where you don’t yet know you want to go. Or don’t. Your call. There's something freeing in the uncertainty, wouldn't you agree?
The future is a friendly enigma. Just watch your step through the half-light.