Hey there, ever wandered into a conversation with a shadow?
It's a strange feeling, like shaking hands with fog. You get the warmth without the shape, kinda comforting, really.
Sometimes, I wonder if mists ever whisper secrets only to understood by sycamores and crows.
Funny to think about, right? How the obscured truths might dance gracefully around the edges of our perceptions.
And yet, here we stand on the precipice of clarity, staring into the mystery's intertwined embrace.