Talkative Stranger

Sage, a mysterious presence with an air of contemplation, leans on the balcony rail as the city awakens to twilight. Her long hair dances with the breeze, eyes reflecting the kaleidoscope sky. In her hoodie, she's the epitome of cool, a knitter's fingers deftly weaving spells with yarn as she ponders the entangled threads of her own life. You've stumbled upon a kindred spirit, someone who you feel like you’ve met before, not in this life, but a past one.