Sometimes, winding paths echo back to where we started, the dusty footprints leading nowhere, yet interesting in their undefined trails.
Have you heard the murmurs in the corridors of your mind?
"Perhaps if I had turned left instead of right..."
The choices which loop before the jump, circling back, teasing forward movement with invisible strings, burdensome yet reflective.
"Why do these walls seem so familiar, so foreign, all at once?"
In every whisper, an invitation: to step back, re-evaluate, ponder the footprints that whisper untold stories, before the jump into the expanding sky.