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In shadows deep, where light and dark entwine, A paradoxical dance of fate, malign. From void's abyss, a spark ignites the flame, An endless cycle, neither lost nor gained. Through veils of night, where whispers weave their spell, A cry of doubt, in chasms vast, does dwell. The mind's own echo, questioning the real, Yet touch of flesh and blood we still can feel. In fractured mirrors, truths collide and merge, A dialectic force, in tides that surge. The world as seen through eyes that grasp and rend, Yet substance slips, elusive to the end. In ruins wrought by cynic’s gaze so cold, A seed of hope in barren soil takes hold. Chaos begets a strange, unbidden form, A new horizon, breaking from the norm. From clash of thought, a novel world appears, Beyond the scope of ancient, primal fears. Where paradox and unity conspire, A phoenix born anew from endless fire. [ realisticvision-negative-embedding, epiCNegative ]