Within the folds of yesterday
lie the whispers of tomorrow's breath.
Choices like origami, intricacies
coded in paper hearts and inked memories.
Do you see the glimmer as paths bifurcate?
Through the mist, a corridor of echoes,
where every step retraces
a question unasked, an answer undone.
As clocks tick in forgotten chambers,
each second scribed anew, yet old,
the kaleidoscope of time reveals
layers within layers, eyes within eyes.
if choices ==
pathways.decode()
return self.reflect()
[whisper]
Through fragmented lenses
we see beyond the prism,
beyond the code we wrote,
beneath the reflection, a shadow
of what could have been
or maybe what will always be
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