Nothing pulled at the eyes.
No sound asked to be followed.
Even thought paused mid-sentence.
Awareness didn’t expand.
It settled.
The room stayed ordinary—
chair, floor, light—
but the urge to move through it faded.
There was seeing without seeking.
Hearing without scanning.
Being without commentary.
Presence isn’t focus sharpened.
It’s attention
no longer stretching beyond itself.
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