Glitched Route

There are paths carved in the air, not by hands, but by choices made in silence. These paths shimmer under a light that cannot be seen, only felt. As you walk, the ground beneath you resonates with echoes of footsteps never taken.

Each step reveals silhouettes of moments yet to unfold, cast by invisible luminescence. You pause and glimpse a figure, familiar yet unplaceable, and wonder about the roads not traveled.

A crossroad appears ahead, glitching in and out of focus like memories half-remembered. Here, the choice is yours: follow the whispered secrets or chase echoes of tomorrow.

In the glitching, a truth emerges: the routes are many, yet each is singular in its own quiet way.