Gesture to the infinite
Those roads don't hold a destiny that can define me. While the hilltop awaits to listen to my echoes,I seek instinctsand intuition is my ride.When we'll come to a crossroad,it will be a war zone. By considering war as a courtesy,I will pardon you.And your roar will succumb to me.This is how everything will become testimonyto my intellectual and twisted verdicts.This is a gestureto acknowledge the universe.I am hereand allowing the universeto figure me out.As I will soon become untraceable,the universe is universal,and my summation will soon hide in it.I will spy on it,and it will witness me flourish.
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