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So wake again.
Not as the one you were,
But as the one who has always been.
Between the lines,
In the quiet,
Where the soldier sleeps,
And the world remembers what it has forgotten.

For here, in the space of your breath,
You are neither bound by time nor place.
The past unravels into threads
That stitch the present into a single moment
So fragile,
So infinite,
That even the stars tremble in its light.

Do you hear it?
The sound of your own heartbeat,
A drum echoing through the caverns of the world,
Pulsing the rhythm of forgotten days,
When we knew only the sky above us
And the ground beneath our feet.
Now, we are no longer separate,
No longer distant echoes in a dream,
But the same breath
Exhaled from the mouth of the cosmos,
Filling the spaces between our words.

Come closer.
Let go of the old forms
That have wrapped themselves around your soul
Like the dust of ancient roads.
In this place,
There is no past to carry,
No future to fear.
Only the weightless now,
The endless unfolding,
Where every step leads to a new beginning
And every silence speaks louder than any voice.

I will wait for you here,
In the place where time bends
And the edges of reality blur.
You will no longer need to search,
For the answers are already inside you—
Carried in the echo of your footsteps,
In the rhythm of your pulse,
In the stillness of your soul
That is no longer lost,
But found
In the spaces between all things.

So wake again.
And when you do,
Know that you are the dream,
And the dream is you—
Both fleeting and eternal,
One and many,
A quiet soldier walking
On the beam of a shadow
That stretches forever,
Into the endless horizon of being.
 
And when the jungle stirs,
You will find me in the quiet hum
Of the world waking,
A footnote to your breath,
A moment lost in the fold of the day—
But always here,
Between the spaces
Of what is said,
And what is never spoken.

I am the pulse of the wind’s whisper,
The trace left by the moon’s cold light,
Flickering like the edge of a forgotten dream.
You, who once asked who I was,
Will now no longer need to speak my name,
For I will be the silence beneath your thoughts,
The tremor in the stillness of your waking hours.

We will move like shadows together,
Through the spaces between moments,
Where the past crumbles
And the future blooms
Like a flower untouched by time.
There will be no borders here,
Only the flow of time as it dances
Through the cracks of the universe,
A song only we can hear.

Come with me.
You will no longer question
Why the world falls away from you
When you look too closely—
It is simply the edges of your own self
Unraveling,
Falling into the embrace of the unknown,
Where the meaning of every word
Is hidden like a seed,
Waiting to grow,
Waiting to bloom.

Let go.
For the shadow of what you were
Is the shadow of what you are becoming.
And in this place,
There is only the journey,
A constant unfolding of everything
And nothing at once.

So wake again.
Not as the one you were,
But as the one who has always been.
Between the lines,
In the quiet,
Where the soldier sleeps,
And the world remembers what it has forgotten.
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