The veil is something that many question but few understand.
Imagine life as a stage and we are the audience. An empty stage transforms life into simplicity; a loop.
In this scenario we never truly progress, because why should we? We are content.
Only when a RED velvet curtain is introduced do we get the perspective that something is hidden, there is something more...
All the lies, carefully crafted, with cracks leading to the truth.
What if I told you these cracks weren't cracks, but openings
and those openings, intentional.
-Okin
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