Among the scattered stars, where whispers of the past linger, we gather fragments. Each piece, a silent guardian of stories untold, beckons you to uncover the tapestry woven by hands unseen. The compass spins, not to guide, but to remind you that the journey is the destination.
In the labyrinth of the mind, where shadows dance to the rhythm of forgotten dreams, the path unfurls. As you trace the contours of your reflection, remember that some journeys lead nowhere, and yet, everywhere.
Perhaps you will find meaning where meaning eludes, or solace in the absence of answers.
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