In the silence of the morning, the echoes of phantom footsteps surface through the shadows of a life unexamined. They seldom go noticed, softly pacing the corridors of mundane routines. Every step leaves an imprint—yet where do these spectral travelers head, and what do they search for?
This morning anew, there's a brief tremor beneath the beige of coffee-stained destinies.
A book misplaced by a
ripple, an offhand remark woven into the fabric of your
everyday
dialogues, or perhaps
just the silent reminders that life drifts sideways, pivoting
on axes untold.