At this crossroad, where paths intertwine mysteriously, we ponder why we stand here. Perhaps it is better to ask the questions than find the answers. Consider your direction, if only you had one.
Here lies the phantom limb of decisions not taken. With it comes the absurd sensation of what might have been, had you not taken that seventh right. Ironically, it tingles. Irony, much like phantom limbs from the ether, only understood when gone.
Roads marked with promises unkept, signs scribbled in invisible ink:
Enter the Labyrinth
Dreams unwritten lead to paths unnoticed. Choose wisely,
or not at all, for the journey is its own cruel joke.
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