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I'm a house made of long mirrored walls, Broken pieces live inside my endless halls. I'm a weaver of patterns made of infinite colors, I'm a magician who brings out the beauty within chaos. Sometimes, I'm just a toy in a child's hand, To the philosopher, I'm a window to the human …
Reality is the reference point from which memories and imaginations divulge in opposite directions. It is the horizon that splits the human mind. On one side of it is a cave; the more you focus on it, the deeper you are buried in the weight of the past. On the other side is open space; …
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