In the silent echo of moonlit dreams,
where shadows dance with fleeting paper streams.
Eyes closed, ears to the ground—
wait not for who you wish to be, but know the journey bound.
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As the fog rolls from the waking sea,
questions become roads, paths of mystery.
Listen, listen—let the ground crumble ere you stand,
for the heart speaks with a soft and trembling hand.