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The Rime of the Cosmic Traveler cont
Part III
And there I learned the silent truth:
The song I broke was whole.
It binds all stars, all stones, all souls;
A thread that makes us full.
To harm but one, is harm to all—
A lesson seared in pain.
Now I must mend these broken chords
And weave the song again.
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Part IV
So now I roam, from star to star,
My story told with care:
Of pride, of loss, of one sharp choice,
And songs too bright to bear.
The melody of life endures,
A thread through cosmic whole.
It binds each being, stone, and star;
A chorus of the soul.
To break one note is break them all—
This truth I dearly earned.
And so I wander, seeking peace:
For harmony, returned.
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Conclusion
The traveler’s voice falls soft and low,
A whisper through the night:
“To mend the song, to heal the threads,
Is to restore the light.”
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Dufflite Xetaw
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