It's like a song playing in a predestined universe, in a rehearsed play, in a world where we all forget again and again that we have always known one another, and will go on knowing one another, until it all ends or another world is born, because this one is just too filled up with the pure breath of invention.
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It's like a song playing in a predestined universe, in a rehearsed play, in a world where we all forget again and again that we have always known one another, and will go on knowing one another, until it all ends or another world is born, because this one is just too filled up with the pure breath of invention.