You ever wake up and just... feel it? Like, you're sitting up in bed and the world outside your window is just a little bit too quiet. That kind of tranquility that almost makes you suspicious, you know? As you stretch your arms and yawn like a cat sunbathing while hanging onto the edge of a rooftop, you start to remember things.
Jagged fragments of a dream, like autumn leaves caught in a breeze, skittering across the hall of consciousness, leaving a trail of whispered secrets. Some part of you wants to reach out and catch them, but instead, you do what people have done since the dawn of groceries: you check your phone.
The morning light spills through your curtains, filtering like a first sip of tea on a Sunday. You ponder the odds of encountering strange music wafting through the air, a phantom orchestra playing just for you. And isn't that what these echoes are? Just the universe inviting you to dance to a tune only you can hear.
So, you open the window. Delicate breeze whispers secrets lost in the fabric of time. And you laugh because maybe, just maybe, they're the kind of secrets that wouldn't upset your mother. As you lean out, trying to absorb all of the world's hidden harmonies, you feel something click. Like a puzzle piece that was always meant for you.
Flow down the Invisible River Find the Lost Melody Whisper the Unspoken Words