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There’s a rhythm I’ve started to notice. Soft. Repetitive. Like footsteps behind me never quite close enough to see— but always close enough to feel. It’s in the way a glance lingers too long. In the mimic of words, the borrowed light, the carefully measured curiosity that slips in quiet and uninvited. And I wonder… Is it flattery? Is it fear? Or is it something else entirely? The universe whispers through patterns. It teaches not by accident, but by repetition. So I listen n