Hey there, ever felt that tickle on your spine, and nope, it's not the draft? That's the unseen realms just teasing your sensibilities. Pop by often, and you'll start recognizing the spectral guests on your peripheral vision.
We often cheerfully chat at sunset, when the veil is barely holding itself whimpering. The other day, I asked, "What do you find amusing about our realm?" A soft breeze nudged my arm, like a whispering "Haven't you seen enough nocturnal giggles?"
Here, it's about grasping mysteries as casual occurrences. Just like when the wind carries the perfume of forgotten fields, unnoticed and ethereal again.
Picture floating spheres like the one over there — . They roam these realms freely, untethered and unstopping, akin to thoughts drifting from one dream to another.
You wanna glimpse more? Maybe visit the vault of particularities. Or just float along.