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A trick of the light, a trick of the mind—or something more?

Wink, wink.

There is something—something that is seen out of the corner of my eye.

It’s quick to move.

It glitters, it’s bright, and it appears to be white. And when I turn my head, it vanishes.

What was that? It happens often, like a little fairy hanging around. Reading a book or watching pictures on a screen—it is seen. An orb, a spirit friend coming to visit.

It is seen when I am walking, it is seen when I am driving; distracted or in a trance, my world bleeds from one to the next. Five senses turn into six. Psychic senses explode, and a new world unfolds.

It starts subtly, doesn’t it?

A flicker, a flash—something shimmering just at the edge of perception. It calls no attention to itself, yet demands to be acknowledged. It lingers, elusive, like a thread of light woven through the fabric of reality. White and pure, sometimes pale as mist—and then it slips away.

You see it when the air feels heavier, when thoughts flow like rivers in dreams, unmoored from the dam of logic. Sitting in stillness, lost in the words of a book or the glow of a screen, it appears again. Just for an instant. Not there, but there enough. An invitation, perhaps.

Out of the corner of your eye, your senses stretch. You’re walking, and it flits past—a glimmer that doesn’t belong to the world of asphalt and concrete. Driving, and it dances in your periphery like a fleeting note in a song half-remembered.

There’s a bleed, isn’t there? A blurring between what you know and what you feel, a soft unraveling of certainty.

Some call it a trick, a coincidence of light. Others whisper of spirits, of guardians, of echoes from lives we’ve forgotten.

You wonder, don’t you? Is it a message? A reminder of something larger than this plane of existence? Or simply a glimpse of magic that refuses to be captured, like water slipping through cupped hands.

Whatever it is—this visitor, this glimmer—it leaves behind a sense of wonder.

And perhaps that is its gift: to make you pause, to feel, to know that this world, vast and strange, is not the only one.

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