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When the golden line cuts through life, the self divides. β¨ The flesh remembers warmth, the soul remembers truth. π« Between the fading breath and the trembling light runs a single fracture through skeleton and shell. ππ
What remains is not death, but the echo of meaning β the shimmer of what once dared to feel. ππ
Or is it only the moment when soul and body realize they can never be apart? π―οΈπ
Β© ThoWiMaRe Fine Art β Studio Line Part of "The Pulse Between Worlds"
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