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In the depths of consciousness, where thoughts flow quietly like the rivers of time
In the depths of consciousness, where thoughts flow quietly like the rivers of time,
an unnamed envelope waits, hidden in the shadow of unspoken destiny.
Whoever touches it first becomes the master of a silent curse, a burden that changes nothing,
for the fate that follows remains unwavering, arranging destinies in silence, without anything.
The sender knows this but will never speak, for the envelope keeps in its silence,
a secret so profound and deep that, if revealed, no one would dare to listen.
A truth hidden in thin paper, its power lies not in what it contains,
but in the choice to break the seal and face the fate it might reveal within itself.
Like an enigma wrapped in mystery, the envelope is a gateway to the unknown that appears,
where courage and fear meet and intertwine in a dance of uncertainty that disappears.
In the silence between heartbeats, the envelope whispers stories to those who dare to hear,
a melancholic dance of destiny waiting to be uncovered, but never fully revealed.
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Dan Enache
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