The Path That Split Into a Thousand
Every Choice Becomes Its Own World
A traveler found a path branching into a thousand smaller ones. Each represented a choice he had avoided. Instead of choosing at random, he closed his eyes and stepped onto none. Instead, he sat down. At that moment, all paths merged into one. Sometimes the right choice is not movement, but clarity.
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