Destiny, a weaver of fates both grand, sketches its threads with an invisible hand. Our lives, like paintings, are woven with purpose from the very beginning. Yet, we often find ourselves lost in a labyrinth of choices, searching for that definitive thread leading us along the path. Certain believe that destiny is a fixed course, an unchangeable

Sometimes, in the chaos, we feel lost. Our steps feels directionless, unclear. But then, something curious happens. Lines begin to materialize, a silent map drawing itself around us. These aren't lines we can follow with our eyes, but indications felt deep within, guiding us towards something destined. Trust in the whispers that call your name