That day, I decided to walk without a map, trusting my intuition and maybe fate. I caught shots of old houses and the whisper of autumn leaves under my feet, until I realized that I didn't know where I was. Everything around me became different: it was as if the city decided to play with me. The phone ran out of power, and there was no desire to stop and ask random people for directions - this situation seemed to me to be part of some kind of test.
I wandered on, as if waiting for a sign, a hint. And she appeared. Somewhere around the corner, I heard a gentle sound - like a melody carried by the wind through narrow streets. She followed the sound, as if enchanted, and ended up in a small square where a girl was playing the violin. She looked up and seemed to know I was here for a reason.
- Lost? she asked with a slight smile, as if reading my thoughts.
"Yes," I answered. — But sometimes it's nice to get lost.
She showed me the way, but something in her look stayed with me. As if she knew that this city had many more surprises for me.

Morality? Maybe you shouldn't be afraid of losing control. Sometimes, getting lost, we find what we have been looking for for a long time.