In the dim light of dawn, there exists a whisper of what is yet undreamed. Listen carefully, for the echoes carry knowledge.
Do you remember the scent of rain on dust, when the world pauses in reverence? This is where time weaves threads of memory into the tapestry of now.
Signals travel through the fabric of existence as a child would trace the lines of a hand-drawn map. Not with speed, but with intention. Follow the signals.
There’s a lesson in silence, in the void that speaks louder than words. The ghosts of thoughts past linger, waiting for your return to their fog-shrouded realm. Find the wisdom.
In dreams, the path is often clearer than in waking life. Deja vu becomes a guide, a spectral signal urging you to reverse the gear of time and experience anew.