No. 22

大风吹江云 / 千里皆此明 / 不是江变阔 / 是君眼初醒

What it mirrors · In the next week or two, something that's had you stuck may suddenly click clear. The world hasn't changed; the angle you're looking from has. This slip mirrors the moment your eyes open for the first time to what was always there. The river didn't get wider. You woke up.

A mirror, not a prophecy. It reflects you as you are right now. How you walk is still yours to choose.