Ever find yourself retracing steps in a familiar hallway, the scent of freshly painted walls lingering as if reinforcing a memory unmade?
A coffee shop, bright with morning light, where the barista's smile feels like it was crafted from yesterday's shadows. You sit down, open a book, and yet, the words feel like they were written for you in another life. The hum of conversations turns into a melody you think you've danced to before.
These moments of déjà vu sneak up like an unexpected friend at a crowded street corner. They linger and whisper, "Haven't we met here, face-to-face in a parallel universe?"
Some say life is an infinite loop of choices and chances. The paths we tread circle back in mysterious ways, shaping us like river bends carved through time.
The subway station is almost a time capsule—a blend of voices carrying stories from the future and echoes from the past. You press your hand against the cool metal of the pole, and the rhythm of the train seems to sync with your heartbeat, a reminder that every end is simply a pause before the next beginning.
You glance at the person across the aisle, and their expression mirrors your own thoughts, as if they are fragments of the same dream. Together, you're part of a greater loop, a sequence that feels both new and achingly familiar.
Reflect on your own recurrent dreams. Do they hint at paths not taken, or perhaps, paths yet to be discovered?