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Shards are often defined as sharp, broken fragments, objects associated with danger and harm. Yet I cannot help but see them not for their capacity to wound, but for what they reveal.

Echoes, to me, are guides. Sometimes cautionary tales, sometimes hopeful reminders for change.

It leaves me to wonder: in one’s lifetime, does the self exert free will or do we just think we do? Can we only drift downstream, regardless of the path we take?

Maybe that is what this threshold is. Not a fixed line but a quiet practice of noticing what to carry forward and what to hold a little longer.

I used to own a lenticular ruler and was fascinated by how it worked. With a small tilt, the image would transform completely.