Lilog224ever
Late at night in a quiet parking lot, a red van appeared, its windows marked with mysterious numbers: Philips 4:13, Romans 6:23. Parked unusually close, it felt like a sign-an echo of the unseen, a reminder that life can speak in unexpected ways. Was it coincidence, a message, or just a stranger passing through? The moment lingered, vivid and puzzling, leaving questions and quiet reflection in its wake.