Born in darkness, where senses deceive,
We dance with phantoms, a life we perceive.
Flickering shadows cast on the cold, stone wall,
A tapestry woven, an illusory sprawl.
But whispers arise, a disquietude deep,
A yearning for knowledge, asleep yet to leap.
Beyond the façade, a hunger ignites,
To pierce the veil, bathed in dawn's first lights.
The climb begins, arduous and slow,
As...
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