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In the shadow of eternity, time meanders like a mysterious and eternal river,
Aging is not an accident, but a divine calling, a spell,
The journey of the soul in a world of hidden shadows and lights,
As the years pass, we transform, reborn into authentic essences.
The years flow like enchanted sand in the cosmic hourglass,
Completing the story of a life sculpted by the hands of destiny,
In the labyrinth of time, the soul dances on the edge of eternity,
Leaving behind an echo of hidden, unspoken desires and dreams.
In every wrinkle, a magical verse is hidden, a chapter of a silent epic,
Through the flow of consciousness, we delve into the abysses of the mystic past,
With every moment, we reveal the light of our immortal soul,
As we age, our true nature comes to light.
We are sculptures in the invisible hands of time, sublime art,
An eternal canvas, destined to fulfill sacred missions,
Each year adds divine hues to the tapestry of our existence,
In the magic of these transformations, we rediscover the sweet melancholy of life.
In the mysterious night, old age envelops us like a mysterious veil,
It is not just a burden, but a revelation of who we truly are,
Fragmented by the fading light, the hidden parts of our being shine,
In a mysterious and solemn confirmation of our profound essence.
Thus, the final years become a dance of our purified humanity,
A spectacle of memories, a song of frozen time,
With each step, we learn to embrace the shadows and lights of our self,
In the mystery of the night, old age becomes an odyssey of hidden completeness.
And when the final curtain falls on the stage of our life,
We leave behind an invaluable treasure, a testament to our authentic self,
Through the slow process of aging, our truth is revealed,
In the souls of those who will come, our eternal story endures.
A life lived in worlds of light and shadow, in the hustle of day and the silence of night,
We open our souls like a parchment of time itself,
Through the flow of collective consciousness, aging is the divine melody,
Which shapes our true being, a sublime, eternal masterpiece.
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