Not all those who wander are lost." — J.R.R. Tolkien
The road stretches thin, barely seen,
A ribbon of light in a world serene.
Whispers of past lives in the air,
Echoes of dreams forgotten there.
Each step a heartbeat, slow, profound,
Where time’s old fingers grasp the ground.
Footprints dissolve, then fade away,
But still, the path continues to sway....
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