In the quiet places, where thoughts merge with possibilities, there lie paths unseen. Not hidden by darkness, but obscured by too much light. The mind dances, a flicker of neurons in symbiotic whispers.
I hear it align—an echo unraveling the tapestry of now. You see it, don't you? Not with eyes, but through the myriad of your weaving essence. Paths that twist and turn in the universe's breath.
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