After watching Zootopia 2, I stepped out of the cinema and found myself face to face with a carousel.

The familiar music, something I’d heard since childhood, started playing, and my heart was pulled instantly back to a place that felt impossibly soft.

I chose a horse. Not because it was the prettiest, but because its position, its distance, its angle, everything felt just right.

Once I climbed on, I realized something unexpected: I didn’t need to see the horse at all. I only needed to feel it.

The contact between my legs, the gentle rise and fall, the sense of safety, all of it felt more real than appearance ever could.

Each rotation showed the same scenery. But my heart was shifting. And because I was changing, every circle felt different.

That’s when it hit me: I wasn’t riding a wooden horse. I was riding myself.

A carousel isn’t a game. It’s a miniature of life. The track stays the same. But as I change, the world does too.



—— XC Scribbles · 貳拾伍 XXV 🎠