Human Condition    

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In the town of candlelit streets, the travelling soul finally ends its journey.

And now it sleeps, and now it sleeps. Under the tree, round the corner, by the tea stall.

What returns is the echo of its life across time and space, like a ripple, fleeting.

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Here and now, the story unfolds...

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