Life, the moment you started.
The song of the dead stars; moons; planets,
all rhyming up to spell the magic on that piece of flesh.
The first cell splited with the intention to make a body
to carry that muse of the creation for a lifetime. The conspiracy of the nature
bringing that dream to life, to create other dreams waiting to be manifested in this reality.
The reality! Maybe it changes this way. With the dreams coming side by side, and the older leaves the stage for the new reality to manifest itself as truth.
The young one, with a bundle of possibilities, then curves the way of destiny to it's fate.
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