My true self wanders through other realms,
Far from my life, invisibly, it roams endlessly, free of burdens.
In oceans of dreams and sparkling stars, it is born,
Where no moment of the present can ensnare it.
On fields of the aurora borealis, my steps melt into the wind,
Wandering like a leaf in an astral dance of light,
In the...
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