Paths muddled with overlaps. Somewhere in the afterglow, a destination cordially unidentified. Windows open themselves, subtle transitions unseen, like dusty paths forgotten under grapevines.
It's not the roads we stumbled through that define purpose, but the accidental tangents blurring together. Pieces of artifacts meant for completion scattered along nebulous routes.
We talked in tousled terms — glitchy snippets worthy of deja vu. Patterns buried way beneath decoded whispers. Fragment, rejoice, and recalibrate!