In the depths of my mind, there lies a secret artifact a box of thought, adorned with elegance, a rare crystal in my imagination as insomnia wanders through my body, I am led to this poetess of prose amidst a disturbing serenity, I open the box and silently ponder its contents.

Within this little world, there is a place for everyone where beings fit into my whole being, finding their own space Some alongside another, sharing existence and journeying together others finding solace in their own company, coexisting with themselves.

In my little box, I keep these souls close eager to learn from their experiences, to embrace all that life offers To be joyfully alone, to laugh and live with free hands I guard myself within the box, a small piece of my soul exposed ready for the possibility of leaving, to venture into new landscapes and blank pages.

Until then, I remain an enchanted dreamer, nurturing the souls within my little box, embracing the beauty of their presence.

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