Stitching together our present from shadowy whispers of the past, longing echoes, and fleeting moments. Sometimes it feels like you bump into a glitch in Space-Time while walking the dog, right?
So I found a pebble in my shoe the other day, right? Or maybe planted by intentions of some future self, tweaking the universe with casual neglect. And somehow it whispered, “Hello, traveler.” Strange how simple rocks can carry such paradoxical weight, don't you think?
Look at the skies tomorrow, not today, when clouds convert into origami creatures on those lazy afternoons. And here's a thought: what if they were plotting a revolution?
As evening approaches, we realize every sunset holds stitches of an unseen morning. Undefined depths yet reached, waiting. Remember to breathe. Now. Circle. Here.