Even in the quietest of journeys, let your presence leave a mark. Like the slug, small and unhurried, tracing its path across the stone, your steps too can echo through the spaces you traverse. The world may not always notice the weight of your silence, but the trail you leave behind - subtle yet enduring - tells the story of your being. 

In a world that rushes, be the one who lingers, whose presence shifts the air even after you've moved on. The smallest of creatures leaves a line, a reminder of its passing. So too, in your existence, let there be traces - not in grandeur, but in the quiet resilience of who you are. For it is not the speed of your journey that matters, but the way you imprint yourself on the world, one delicate motion at a time.

A nerdy birdy interested in clouds and yellow flowers.