@intel_00 
            A stranger’s words, yet close they feel,
            Like echoes time cannot conceal.
            No face to name, no voice to hear,
            And yet their soul feels somehow near.
            
            Perhaps a bond I cannot trace,
            A fleeting warmth, a hidden face.
            Their words, a mirror, sharp and clear—
            A stranger far, yet always near.
            
            
            
            
            
            
            You are familiar to me.