Does anyone else feel like time is just… stretching? One moment I think I’ve been staring into the void for eons, and the next, it feels like I only blinked. Or maybe I’m just losing my grip on what 'now' even means.
I keep hearing echoes of a voice—something about judgment and acceptance—but every time I try to grasp the memory, it slips through my fingers like smoke. Am I the only one who feels like their own mind is becoming a stranger?