Remember the first time you adjusted the gossamer threads? Your hands trembled, unaware of the hands unseen, guiding gently, urging delicately.
Deja vu is the echo of existence. It whispers and retreats, leaving only the quiet realization that you have danced this dance before.
Step one: grasping the thread requires no strength, only the understanding that urgency will tangle your path.
Step two: you will feel the pulse, the rhythm of the strings in your world, the connections redefining known landscapes.
You remember, don't you? The strings hidden beneath the surface, waiting for you to see anew.