We catch it sometimes—a glance of something brighter, richer, warmer, just beyond the corner of our eyes yet within. There in the first waking moments of dawn and the final fading tendrils of dusk, we feel ourselves pulled toward it, just beyond reach—this sense, this whisper, this knowing that beyond the noise and difference, there’s quiet and agreement; that in a world of balance and inner wisdom, there must be an Outworld to which we flow and where we await ourselves.
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