"When the world’s outline fades into ink-black distance, and the high edges of the horizon become jagged strokes on a dim canvas, our inner voices press against one another. Within this mute theater of hidden forms, a delicate interplay emerges—thoughts bending, twisting, striving to reconcile the unfitting corners of what we believe." - T.S. Eliot

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