You were drawn here.
Not by chance, not by reason.
Something unseen pulled at the edges of your thoughts, a quiet disturbance in the silence of your mind. You followed, but do you know why?
Are you seeking something real—or something you’ve only imagined?
Can you find what was never there?
Perhaps it is not what you seek that matters, but the act of seeking itself. The path moves only because you do. The shadow only exists because you cast it.
Keep moving. Keep searching.
You cannot find what does not exist—unless, by walking, you create it.
J.A.P.