Have you ever noticed how life repeats? Like, in episodes? We're just passing scenes in an eternal play, and sometimes the lines come back to haunt us. Those deja vu moments, whispers of fate’s often neglected journals.
Like I was saying over coffee the other day—at that little spot by the river—the ducks, they don't really get that chasing tails game. Someone's always right behind or slipping just out of reach. Cycles, you know?
Keep your eyes open, vigilance cloaked as casual awareness. A flicker here, a cycle there. You’ve got fearsome intuition for these things, don’t you? It's all part of the dance.
Fancy a deeper path? Perhaps the echoes are louder over here. Or, explore the whispers of dreams that touch the cycles too.