Do you feel it?

Deep within the sanctuary of their shared, cocooned existence, two nascent lives stirred, their thoughts intertwined in ways beyond words. Their world pulsed with a steady rhythm—their connection to something vast and unseen.

“Do you feel it?” one asked, in the silent language of unborn souls. “That pulse, that rhythm, like a melody calling from somewhere beyond us?”
The other paused, their awareness flickering. “I feel it,” they admitted. “But it’s just the hum of our world. Nothing more.”

“But what if it is more?” the first continued. “What if it’s a voice, speaking to us from a place we cannot yet reach? I believe we are being shaped for something greater. I sense it in every part of me.”

The second one gave a tiny shift, a motion of skepticism. “You’re imagining things. This is all there is, this warm, dark haven. What could possibly exist beyond it? We’ve never known anything else.”

The first soul seemed to glow brighter in their silent resolve. “But don’t you wonder? I feel whispers of light, of sound, of a world where we’ll move freely no longer cradled, but walking. Where we’ll see colors beyond our dreams, and where love will surround us in forms we cannot yet comprehend.”
“Love?” the second one questioned. “We are safe here, sustained here. Isn’t that enough?”

“Perhaps,” the first replied gently. “But what if this safety is preparation, not the destination? What if we are being nurtured for a life of endless beauty, where we’ll meet the one who hums the rhythm we feel now?”

The second remained unconvinced, yet the idea lingered like a faint glow in the background of their mind.

Years later, beneath the same sky that millions had looked upon before them, two people walked together. The stars above seemed to hum with the same rhythm that once pulsed in a distant, forgotten world.

“Do you ever wonder,” one said, breaking the stillness, “if there’s something, or someone beyond all this? A Creator, a guiding force?”

The other stopped and tilted their head, half smiling. “You mean like God? I don’t see the evidence. Everything we’ve come to understand points to a world governed by chance and natural laws. Why complicate it?”

“But what if those laws, the intricate, perfect balance of it all are whispers of something divine? What if we are connected to a being greater than ourselves, like threads in a grand design?”

The skeptic chuckled softly. “Sounds poetic, but where’s the proof? If there’s a Creator, why don’t they just reveal themselves?”

“Maybe they do,” the first said, their voice filled with quiet certainty. “In the rhythm of our hearts, the beauty of the stars, the moments that feel too extraordinary to be mere coincidence. Maybe faith is the light we can’t yet see with our eyes.”

The other hesitated, gazing upward. The stars sparkled as if they, too, were listening. “But isn’t faith just a way to comfort ourselves? A story to hold onto in the dark?”

“Or maybe it’s the beginning of sight,” the first replied. “Like how an unborn soul can only sense the light before it arrives. Perhaps we’re still being prepared, shaped in this life for a greater one where we’ll finally see the source of the rhythm we feel now.”

And for a moment, silence fell, not heavy with doubt but light with wonder. The skeptic couldn’t bring themselves to agree, but something stirred in them a rhythm they had always ignored.

In the hum of the universe and the whispers of their own thoughts, the two continued their journey. Though divided by belief, they walked side by side, knowing that some questions, like distant melodies, are meant to be pursued, not solved.