In the garden of uncertainty, every step along the winding pathway reflects the soul's inquiry. What do the flowers whisper in their silent bloom?
Should the path diverge into two, which fork holds the promise of truth, and which, the allure of illusion? Each decision casts a shadow, every shadow a question unanswered.
As we meander through rows of verdant contemplation, let us pause to ask: does the garden shape us, or do we, through our wanderings, shape the garden? The answer lies in silent echoes and rustling leaves.
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