I am coming
A hush falls over the world. The air, once alive with the hum of insects and the rustle of leaves, stills. A shiver, inexplicable and primal, runs down my spine. Something is different. The world holds its breath. I can feel it – a presence, a power, building in the distance. It's subtle at first, a mere tremor in the fabric of reality. But it's growing, gaining momentum, approaching like a storm front cloaked in anticipation. The world around me seems to vibrate, every atom thrumming with the same unspoken question: What is coming?
The Signs are Everywhere
The evidence is subtle, almost imperceptible, but it's there for those who know how to look. The patterns of the stars have shifted, aligning in a configuration unseen for millennia. Animals, attuned to the rhythms of the earth, display unusual behaviors – birds flying in erratic formations, wolves howling at the sun, fish leaping from the water as if pursued by an unseen predator. The very air crackles with an unfamiliar energy, a tangible tension that sets teeth on edge and raises goosebumps on bare skin. The world is holding its breath, bracing itself for the inevitable.
A Growing Anticipation
The anticipation is palpable, a tangible entity that hangs heavy in the air. It whispers on the wind, murmurs in the rustling leaves, pulses in the very earth beneath my feet. It's a feeling that transcends language, a primal understanding that something momentous is about to occur. The world, it seems, is poised on the precipice of change, teetering on the edge of the unknown. And yet, within the fear and uncertainty, there's a flicker of something else – a spark of hope, a glimmer of excitement. For in the face of the unknown, there's also the possibility of something extraordinary.
The Unknown Awaits
The tension builds, reaching a fever pitch. The world seems to hold its breath, every creature, every leaf, every grain of sand caught in the grip of anticipation. The air thrums with unseen energy, the very fabric of reality stretched thin. And then, a shift. A change in the atmosphere, a subtle ripple that spreads outwards, like a stone dropped in a still pond. The world exhales. The moment of arrival is close. What form it will take, what changes it will bring, remains to be seen. But one thing is certain: nothing will ever be the same. The world is changing. I am coming.