Deja Vu

Deja Vu In the labyrinth of time, a persistent echo, a familiar sensation, an insistent memory. Is it a forgotten dream or a past life? Déjà vu envelops me in its mystery... Walking through streets I've never walked, meeting faces I have never seen. Déjà vu whispers in my ear as I pass, "You've been here before"... An aroma, a melody, a soft touch, They awaken memories that time has torn apart. Déjà vu whispers to me, in its soft tone, "You have already lived this moment, although your mind forgot it." Is it a trick of time? Déjà vu is an enigma, an unsolved mystery, Maybe a trip through time, a dimensional jump...