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Invisible Winds of Destiny

Dec 15, 2024

The game cannot be won; player and played are one

Invisible winds move us all, While we pretend we’ll never fall. Masters of our destiny, Blind to forces we can’t see.

The game itself cannot be won, For victory’s already done. The player and the played are one, In this dance that’s never done.

Beyond these flesh-encrypted walls, Through spaces where illusion falls. Watch as consciousness takes flight, When wind and cloud at last unite.

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