We move to rhythms unseen,
Each step a dance between choice and design.
Some led by duty, others by desire,
Tugged gently by threads of time.
In mirrored halls, we see reflections—
Faces varied, yet eyes familiar.
Stories stitched in different hues,
Yet patterns echo in the seams.
Through tangled cords and knotted paths,
We seek the puppeteer within.
Not bound by strings, but connected,
In the grand tapestry of kin.
We are all different kinds of puppets,
Dancing to melodies we compose.
Unique in form, united in motion,
In the theater where humanity grows.
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Andra river
I love experimenting accross different styles and themes to tell stories that inspire, though most of my work is pathos-driven. when i'm not writing i'm either watching anime or sleeping.
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