The beginning or The end?

The wind stood still, the stars held breath, Two voices rose in life and death. One whispered start, one thundered close, Each pulled the soul where no one knows. Beginning sang with morning light: "Come rise with me, embrace the fight. Your dreams are seeds; they’ve just been sown— Why fear the path you’ve never known?" End replied in velvet tone: "But peace is found when all is done. Rest comes not to those who chase, But those who’ve run and found their place." Beginning cried: "You’ll miss the climb! The pulse of hope, the dance of time! The pain you dread brings stars to life— A masterpiece is born through strife!" End then sighed: "And yet I soothe. I silence storms, I gently move. I wrap you in the quiet night— No need to fight, no need for flight." The soul stood torn, with heart in hand, Two roads ahead, one final stand. Then with a breath, a step, a flame— It turned to life and called its name: "I choose the fire, I choose the climb, I choose the scars, the test of time. Let endings wait, I've more to give— I choose to rise, I choose to live." The End stood still, then bowed its head, And whispered low, “We’ll meet,” it said. But far ahead, where dreams ascend— The soul had found its new begin.