Isn't it strange to wander through the commonplace lanes and imagine secrets lurking? The secret laughter of children echo in empty halls. You pause, hoping to catch a glimpse of their happiness, only to find the wind carrying a whisper of forgotten joy.
The task at hand seems endless, like a paper boat on a vast ocean, adrift and aimless. Yet within this routine is the thrill of hidden confetti, waiting to explode in a kaleidoscope of colors — of memories, dreams, maybe a future yet to create.
And so the dreams cascade, one atop the other, like layers of frosting on a cake. Each layer hides the secret, each moment a chance to taste the sweet surprise of a life lived fully.