RED THREADS: WHISPERS

You whispered to me long before I could touch you, when I was dragging chains, when the light was only a distant dream, still and adrift in a world that had lost all meaning.

It was that fleeting brush, delicate, unforeseen, that made me turn. I wasn’t waiting for you— yet somehow I had been searching all my life.

I knew it the moment you spoke to me for the very first time.