A block of dark stone sat by a tranquil pool; marked with words, etched in a flowing script. The pool appeared deep, almost as if the reflected stars were really there—deep within.
A block of dark stone sat by a tranquil pool; marked with words, etched in a flowing script. The pool appeared deep, almost as if the reflected stars were really there—deep within.
Each day I watched them walk down a winding path,
unknowing of where it led.
I followed along, and listened as they talked,
for they had been walking much longer than I had.
A day came that the path split—they gestured me on ahead.
And though their path looked frightening,
they only turned, and together, we looked to see where we had gone past.
When I turned back around I saw that they were gone,
and it was there I learned that it is not the end where we remain;
But with those whom we followed.
And with the ones who guided us through the dark.
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Each day I watched them walk down a winding path,
unknowing of where it led.
I followed along, and listened as they talked,
for they had been walking much longer than I had.
A day came that the path split—they gestured me on ahead.
And though their path looked frightening,
they only turned, and together, we looked to see where we had gone past.
When I turned back around I saw that they were gone,
and it was there I learned that it is not the end where we remain;
But with those whom we followed.
And with the ones who guided us through the dark.
Some of the words seemed to glow in a reflection cast by the still pool.
Perhaps to show another meaning?