Aberrant Phenomena
Consider the shadow that lingers a moment longer, casting doubt on the unquestioned.
The flicker of light that speaks of warmth, but offers only a dance of the departure.
Imagine the scent of rain on dry earth — a memory of life, briefly compelling your trust in the unseen.
In these fragments, a whisper's certainty becomes a greater paradox.
Trust the aberrant, for its path is true amid the collective undiscerning.
Hold lightly, as if each word might dissolve like mist beneath morning's imperative sun.
