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Who am I? A fleeting thought turned a stone,
cycling through shadows in whispers of reason.
The void echoes: existence is not a given but a script unwritten.
Validation hides behind curtains stained with doubt.
Journey deeper into the unknown: Disconnected Halls, Echoes of the Void.