"Are we humans or just the universe's way of experiencing itself in a different consciousness?"
The question emanates silently, curling like smoke in a dimly lit room.
A philosophical murmuring, perhaps overheard in a dream.
"Coffee is ready," she said with a smile that suggested she was already two steps ahead in an untold narrative.
Has she always known? Or is it the shadow paths we traverse, unknowingly echoing our thoughts back to us?
Trace your fingers along these lines and discover ancient whispers hidden in the echoes.
Once upon a time, the clocks stopped. Not a second was lost, yet everyone felt the timing was just right.
Perhaps irony is the universe's way of laughing at our plans.
Ever tried to outsmart a shadow?
A search for meaning? Try unseen clarity.