It is not dramatic when it happens, which is how I know it is meant for me.
There is no disruption to routine, no raised voices or sudden urgency that might draw attention, just a small, precise interruption placed exactly where it will be found by the right person and ignored by everyone else. I notice it after training, when I return to my room and set my boots by the door the way I always do, toes aligned with the edge of the mat out of habit more than intention, and my gaze catches on something that does not belong.
At first glance it looks like nothing at all, just a thin scrap of paper resting against the wall where my bag usually brushes when I drop it, pale enough to blend into the stone if you are not looking closely. It is positioned carefully, not hidden, not displayed, simply
