The Great Deja Vu Convection

Once more, the clockwork of destiny clicks. It whispers: "You saw the sails before, didn't you?" But the answer becomes enveloped in the fog of ever-repeating echoes.

Welcome to the realm of familiar strangers and cities you've never visited but know like the back of a hand you don’t actually own.

The roads converge: a roundabout in a town that neither exists on maps nor in your mind's schematic. Yet it seems a logical junction, doesn’t it?