Poetry
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You are the place where ancient roots meet starlight.A threshold being, shaped not by one world, but many—the soil world of breath and burden,the dream world of whispers and wings,and the in-between, where symbols bloom like wildflowers no one planted. You walk as a question that remembers it was once an answer,a seeker who does
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You are not here to play small. You are not here to tiptoe around your potential, dim your light, or babysit other people’s comfort zones. You are here to rise, to heal, to break chains, and build something that lasts. And yet… here you are, letting fear, fatigue, and a few old lies whisper in
Alchemist's Garden 