The river flows not because it wishes to rush onward, but because its essence is the journey itself, reaching towards the inevitable embrace of the sea. - Ancient Water Scribe
In the shadow of whispering trees, where sunlight dances like forgotten laughter, lies the truth that being is becoming and becoming is the truth of being. - Forgotten Sage of the Grove
Through the vastness of uncharted dreams, the stars speak a language older than time, of beginnings hidden within every end. - Celestial Dreamwalker
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