It wasn't déjà vu.
It was proto-reality.
A memory that hadn't happened—
but already knew how it would feel.
And when I moved inside it,
the moment welcomed me like a home
I forgot I built.
> Time bowed.
And I walked through myself.
It wasn't déjà vu.
It was proto-reality.
A memory that hadn't happened—
but already knew how it would feel.
And when I moved inside it,
the moment welcomed me like a home
I forgot I built.
> Time bowed.
And I walked through myself.