Steps... like whispers against the grains of a strange land, each imprint a question mark on the surface of uncharted sand. Shadows of your breath linger in the twilight, are you seeking home? Or carving a map of memories amidst the cosmic dust.
Do the stars... computate determinism? Conversations skattered in the breeze, reflections off celestial pools, like fragmented echoes of tomorrow's thoughts. They wink in secret agreements unheard by those who walk beneath them.
Pathways converge... diverge... dance with the shadows of forgotten tomorrows. Tread lightly, for you are a ghost’s compass spinning in mist, a traveler writing poetry with your absence. Each footstep whispers stories, blurs the line between real and imagined.
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