And me… I travel the old roads again and again, wearing a different life. In the quiet of dawn, when the world still slumbers, I become a wanderer. The ancient paths, etched by time and memory, beckon me. Each step is a whisper—a conversation with the ghosts of yesteryears. The cobblestones remember my footfalls, though they’ve crumbled and shifted. The gnarled oaks stretch their branches, as if reaching for secrets hidden in their leaves. The sun, rising like a golden lantern, casts shadows that dance with forgotten tales. I wear different skins—sometimes a weary traveler, sometimes a starry-eyed dreamer. My … Continue reading The Wandering Soul