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In the mystery of the night, when fame impedes and constrains the soul within a narrow circle,
Obscurity gently lays itself like a mist, slowly wrapping the man like a forgotten cloak,
Obscurity is a black veil, generous and vast, allowing the mind to follow its path smoothly,
Drawn by the light of dusk, obscurity descends like a silent blessing,
In a world where no one knows where he goes or comes from.
Through its veil of silence, the man dives into the infinity of his free mind,
A seeker of truth, unafraid of the blinding lights of judgment,
He alone is truly free, he alone can assert the unpolished truth,
In his lonely depth, he embraces the calm of peace.
Those who follow him do not understand the mysterious nature of his shadowed path,
Each step of his is an equation of the unknown, a dance of shadows and light,
In the world of obscurity, where every movement is an unseen symphony,
He navigates through the infinite oceans of undisturbed thoughts.
Through the deep silence, his soul is a canvas that absorbs all the colors of quiet,
Each thought a nebulous mass of desires and questions, each thread of life a hidden rainbow,
In this secret sanctuary, his voice becomes an echo of pure freedom,
A light whisper of hope rising and fading away into the ether of melancholy.
Obscurity allows him to be himself, without mask, without fear,
It grants him invisible wings to fly through the deepest realms of existence,
Without being dragged down by the strict chains of fame,
The obscure man finds in the peace of darkness a priceless treasure.
Through the stream of consciousness, he navigates toward unexplored truths,
Leaving behind the burden of daylight, step by step he rises toward wisdom,
Under the veil of night, his mind becomes a vast universe, a broad cosmos of free thoughts,
In this environment, he understands that the greatest liberty lies in obscurity.
He is the shadow in the moonlight, an ephemeral figure of passing times,
Where light cannot penetrate and silence is the music of the soul,
He, the unknown, finds his peace, he blooms in this dark universe.
Here, in this shadowy sanctuary, he transforms into a being of pure truth,
No one knows his ways, and he finds his path in eternal silence,
In the vast obscurity, he discovers his true self, ceasing the song of melancholy.
He is a solitary traveler, a hidden star in the land of unfulfilled dreams,
In this sacred place, he finds that obscurity is the most precious shelter,
Where silence and freedom merge the soul into perfect harmony,
And thus, he finds the peace that comes only from the depths of mystical darkness.
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