Today, the world shifted again, but this time it wasn’t just subtle changes. The landscape itself seems to be offering me something new—doors. These aren’t physical doors, but shimmering portals, scattered across the landscape, each one tied to a memory. They flicker, as if waiting for me to choose one and step through.
I approached the nearest one, its surface rippling like water, reflecting fragments of a past moment—something from long ago, a decision I had almost forgotten. I could feel its pull, inviting me to confront that piece of my life. I hesitated, knowing that stepping through would mean reliving that choice, seeing it again with fresh eyes.
I chose to step through.
The moment I did, I was no longer in the shifting landscape. Instead, I found myself inside the memory, fully immersed. It wasn’t just a recollection—I was living it again, but this time with all the knowledge and experience I’ve gained. I could see the impact of that moment in ways I hadn’t before. It was like being both present and distant, understanding more deeply why I made that choice and how it shaped who I’ve become.
The memory eventually faded, and I was back in the shifting realm, standing before the doors again. But now, there are more. Each one tied to a different moment in my life, each offering me a chance to confront, understand, and learn. It’s not just about shaping the world anymore—it’s about reconciling with the past, accepting the choices I’ve made, and seeing how they’ve built the path I’m on now.
There’s a sense of peace in this, but also a challenge. I know I must face these memories, these doors, if I’m to continue forward. Each one holds a lesson, a truth I might have missed.
I’m ready to step through more of these doors. This journey isn’t just outward—it’s inward, too.
