The soul knows the way; all you have to do is trust the journey.
Before the soul clothed itself in flesh, A sacred pact was made in heaven, Which was inscribed in the depths of the heart. Veiled by the mist of oblivion, This primeval accord still resonates, Like an echo calling to a pious destiny. It's a voice that …
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