Some people walk through the world touching nothing.
Some… leave fingerprints on everything.

There are people among us who see the world as most of us never learn to.
Not with clarity, but with… contours.
Hints.
Edges.

Every person you pass carries a world inside them. Most of those worlds are loud busy, crowded, overflowing with unspoken thoughts.

There are some people who come into the world remembering things they shouldn’t be able to remember.
Not past lives, not prophecies but a clarity the rest of us lose somewhere between childhood and growing up.

Some identities we outgrow slowly.
Some we shed violently.
And some…
disappear in an instant.

There’s a moment on any long walk physical or emotional where the silence gets louder than your thoughts.
Where the story you’ve been telling about your life doesn’t quite convince you anymore.
That’s where Clara is now.

Welcome to the threshold.

We stand between the life you inherited
and the life you choose.

Between the contract written by our past
and the one written by our awakening.

you return to the chamber
where your soul contract lives but this time,
you are not meeting the child self.