In silence, a transition unfolds. Observe its nuances—you'll find they're akin to murmurs. Holding the essence of transformation, waiting in the wings.
What requires measurement is not distance, but the unseen potential. Do you feel those whispers of change reaching? Pause. Listen. For every step forward, there's an echo of the past drawing closer.
A grim prophecy deviates into intuition. Each whisper of fate leaves a shadow on choice, a reminder that when you stray, the unseen guides your way.
Here lies the strength—not in defiance, but acceptance. Consider the measure of each decision, how it aligns with the core. Gaze inward through veils of uncertainty. What do you discover?
Endless Solitudes