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Through the touch of the midnight rain,

I cross the gate where no name remains,

Stars disguised within your eyes,

Guide my steps where time no longer lies.

The river speaks in a vanished tongue,

Its waters call, yet I remain undone,

The current whispers the failures I chose,

And the wind carries the chances I lost.

In the last dream, I see the cosmos break,

Crimson corridors beneath the stars awake,

A distant galaxy consumed by a nebula’s flame,

It is the regret of the act I will claim.

Stone dragons watch with lifeless eyes,

Judging each motion where my spirit lies,

Lotus blooms upon the gate of my home,

Through temples where destiny’s scripts are sown.

The air grows heavy with ancient light,

Painting the horizon in lunar white,

I see the threads I dared to sever,

Yet feel their will—unbroken, forever.

In the last dream, I behold the shore,

Where voices await I’ll hear no more,

The last dream whispers, gentle yet true,

That the path I chose… was never due.