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I can’t follow it, I can’t chase it.
Its existence is doubtful, yet undeniable.
A riddle, a puzzle, and a shrouded mystery.
You’d be mad to speak of it openly.
You’d be a fool to not be concerned about it.
You’d be insane to not be afraid of it.
I don’t know what it truly is.
I don’t know what it wants or what it believes.
I don’t want to know.
I want to escape it, but how would I?
How do you flee what doesn’t exist?
How do you run from what can’t be seen?
How do you find sanctuary if you can’t tell whether you were in danger in the first place?
An enigma it is.
A tangible illusion.
It cannot be touched, but it can be felt.
It cannot be seen, but it can be sought.
It cannot be heard, but it speaks volumes.
You never know when it is there, but you know it has been.
You know where it might have come and gone, but never when.
You are never truly safe from it, but you’ll never know when you are in danger.
It is there. A trail is left behind, yet…
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How can you understand what cannot be known?
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