Another day rolls in, and it’s one of those days where you feel like the sandman shortchanged you. Not quite enough sleep, and suddenly everything’s a little hazy, a little surreal. It’s like reality is coming through a foggy filter—like paradise on low contrast. The mind’s still here, still doing its thing, but it's like it’s taking the day off, giving you half-thoughts and lazy answers. Then, right in the middle of this haziness, you hear it—someone or something calling you out. Telling you...
