Dear reader,

in the end, every choice is a thread in the loom of eternity, weaving patterns unseen by the eyes but felt by the heart. One path may scatter light like seeds, yet drain the soul that sows them; the other may guard what remains, though shadows linger where light could have flourished.

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Remember, whether Love or Fear takes root, all paths return to the same endless forest, where we are bound in the whisper of leaves and the hum of stones.

Choose wisely,

for the echoes will sing forever.

Love, L.