Where All things Meet

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Where All Things Meet There is a strange little space between losing someone and finding them again. A place where time folds in on itself, where the familiar becomes distant, and the things we thought we understood begin to rearrange. Perhaps a soulmate must become a stranger for a while, must wander beyond the edges of our knowing, so that when the paths cross again, we might recognise them differently. Here, a figure rests between worlds, suspended somewhere between staying and leaving, memory and possibility. Beyond the window, the forest burns with impossible colour beneath a sun that seems to know something we don’t. Everything is separate, yet somehow connected; every departure quietly contains the possibility of return. 'Where All Things Meet' lives in that peculiar in-between. The hopeful, bewildering suspension in which nothing has quite ended and nothing has fully begun. The universe, after all, has a curious sense of timing.