A few days ago, while observing birds in the sky, I noticed something strange. Two crows were staring at me from the clouds, asking me meaningless, nonsensical questions. I shared a photo of them on Instagram. They seemed to be waiting beside the edge of a roof, forming a heart shape as if they were silently expecting something. The pink color of my house added an eerie, mysterious atmosphere—no one knows why. A few minutes earlier, there weren't any birds in that place. Life suddenly struck me like a slap on the face; perhaps even the birds themselves took offense and looked at me with anger. I believe the sky is full of angels who have something they want from me—they simply need courage and one or two steps forward. My life isn’t on track, my expectations, desires, and dreams have been stuck in a form of senescence. I’m looking for someone to help me solve this, probably. The way those two crows were standing there, silently watching me, completely confused my mind. They seemed...
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