A feeling of nostalgia for something you have never experienced, for something you will never experience.
Déjà vu. You will wake each day feeling like you’ve already lived through it, like you can predict every event. This will last until 00:01 on November 1st, which will finally feel new.
A chill contained entirely within the little finger in your left hand.
Bursts of joy that occur when you wake from dreams.
A phantom itch that will seem to move throughout your body, never satisfied.
Déjà vu. Each day will feel the same, like you’ve already lived through it, like you could predict things if you tried. This will last until November 1st; finally, something new.
Pins and needles across your hands, along your arms, down your spine. Do not worry. Magic always feels like this in the beginning.
The feeling there is someone standing right behind you.
Random bursts of sorrow that will occur during random activities; when doing the dishes, when riding your bike, when reaching for the plates on the top shelf. There for a few moments and then gone.
A continuous feeling of déjà vu, of having lived this day before. Everything seems familiar, each event predictable. You could map out the whole day, if only you could remember. This will end on November 1st: finally, you will think, finally something new.
A feeling of being watched by the ghost of a long-dead butterfly.
A feeling of warmth emanating from your right foot.