We stand, often oblivious, on the precipice of intangible decisions, drawn paths etched softly in sand. Futures dance like ethereal spectres, flickering in the corner of our vision.
The fate that lingers, is it not the future you cling to, fearing its grainy texture?
Often deep intuition serves as the guardian of our unacknowledged regrets, whispering incomplete warnings through the cacophony of certainty. Breathe this in: persistence sows threads in the vast tapestry of transcendence.
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