Eternograf 4
At the end of my road,
I do not wait for answers,
but for silence.
That ancient silence,
which has always been here,
within me,
in all that I was too weak to become.
Perhaps silence is not the end,
but a calling,
a whispered aria of shadows,
dancing beyond my human veil,
fragile and blinding.
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