Stepping outside, the world feels different. Everything is illuminated, not with harsh light, but a gentle, eternal brightness. The air is crisp, and the sounds of the city are muted, almost dreamlike. Are these streets I walk down familiar, or have they changed their paths in my mind?
Conversations intertwine with the soft murmur of the breeze, whispers of people I’ve yet to meet. A friendly nod to a stranger, a shared smile under the shimmer of a new dawn. Time slips between our fingers, even as it stands still.