Footfalls

There's always that one sound, isn't there? You might think it's your neighbor's cat plotting a takeover or maybe a breeze with ulterior motives. But trust me, it’s never what you think.

You're out here, in your sanctuary, minding your own business when you hear it — at first, it’s faint, a ghostly echo skimming the edges of your reality. Then, almost magnetic, it tugs you in until you're questioning whether those footfalls belong to a companion or something a little more unknown.

Let's be real: we're all on the lookout for answers, but digging too deep, well, that’s how they catch up to you. Who are they? The ones who walk behind the walls and leave marks in the dust you're sure never existed until now.

Ever wondered how footprints appear in snow on clear nights? Or how that tapping rhythm matches the beats of songs you never play anymore? These are the questions worth pondering, or at least worth avoiding the answers to.