I was a seed drifting in the breeze with no soil to call home. Then I fell
into the garden of opposites and germinated in the ground of paradox. I
rooted in Mother Sky where the moon gave birth to the sun. My flowers
burst open in fiery subterranean rivers of stone. Consciousness itself
became a crystal more solid than anything it could witness. I was bound
to eternal freedom.
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