The first time it happens, it doesn’t feel random at all. The night is thick, the air holding its breath, and then you see it: an owl, motionless, staring straight into you. Your chest tightens. The world narrows to two eyes in the dark and the strange certainty that this is not a coincidence. You wonder if it’s a sign, a warning, a bless… Continues…
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