In the depths of existence, a subtle force resides
Connected to all things, yet unseen
It mirrors the world's intricacies, yet with its own distinct hue
A presence that resonates with the soul, evoking emotions anew
It inscribes itself on every detail, a permanent mark
A testament to life's complexity, yet leaving its own scar
Sometimes it whispers hope, sometimes despair
A fleeting reflection of our own inner turmoil
Perhaps it's the fault of our own perception
A misstep in our understanding of reality's reflection
Yet it persists, an enigmatic force that guides us
Through life's labyrinth, where meaning is often elusive
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