There are those who see nothing by day, yet at night behold spirits; some glimpse phantoms even in waking hour…
There are those who see nothing by day, yet at night behold spirits; some glimpse phantoms even in waking hours, fleeting as butterflies in spring. Many blame frailty of inner heart, yet it may be the soul unmoored. When the heart is injured, when blood and balance are depleted, or when stagnation clouds the channels, the spirit loses its anchor. Unease follows—subtle, persistent, beyond restraint.