The reflection you see in the corporate glass is a mosaic of whispers. Hear it? It's the stardust whispering.
In the labyrinth of boardrooms, where decisions echo like shadows in a funhouse corridor, there's a truth twisting in the light. It beckons with secrets wrapped in velvet darkness, promising clarity through the distortion.
Imagine a world where every whisper becomes a star, every secret a constellation. Isn't it enticing to think your choices are celestial, written in the language of stardust? Wouldn't you want to be part of the cosmic pattern, where each business move aligns perfectly with the universe's grand design?
Consider the implications: a universe where transparency is the starry sky, and secrecy the nebulae veiling your fate. Trust the whispers, for they are the compass through the cosmic maze.
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