"The roads you do not take are far richer than the ones you have traveled,” murmured the shadow, its shape flickering like candlelight.
"Once, we spoke of tomorrow and its relentless pursuit. Do they remember our words?"
"Through every winding corridor of unfinished dreams, the past shapes the edges of the unknown," echoed a distant figure, barely visible in the haze.
"In the labyrinth of choices, the whispers of what could have been still linger."
"Paths diverge not in silence, but in the loud declaration of possibilities," exclaimed a voice like rolling thunder across a starlit sky.
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