Once, there were paths that whispered.
"Follow me," they said, "but listen softly."
The trees giggled, and the clouds peeked through, making faces.
There was a path that twisted like a smile, but never led home.
Sometimes, it looped around itself, saying, "I am lost too."
The flowers nodded, their colors bright but truthless.
This way, there were rocks playing hide and seek.
They hid in shadows, only to be found by those who looked aside.
"Ugly truths," they whispered, "are just truths that wear funny hats."
And there, in a little nook, sat a weary snail.
Her name was Truth, but she didn't know it.
"Would you help me?" she sighed, "or are you too busy being right?"
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