The clock struck midnight as you sat alone in your favorite coffee shop, the soft hum of jazz music providing a soothing background to your thoughts. You often found solace here, surrounded by the quiet murmur of conversations and the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Tonight, however, your mind was preoccupied with thoughts of fate and the invisible strings that connect us all.

You were deep in thought when the bell above the door jingled, signaling the arrival of another late-night visitor. Glancing up, you saw a man with disheveled hair and a well-worn satchel slung over his shoulder. His presence was both unassuming and captivating, and you couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of familiarity.

The man ordered a coffee and took a seat at a nearby table, pulling out a thick book from his satchel. You watched him for a moment, intrigued by the way he seemed to disappear into the world of words. After a few minutes of silent observation, you decided to approach him.