In world's unseen, where echoes softly weave,
I ponder if in parallel I breathe.
Amidst cosmic threads, diverging fate,
Do I persist or meet a different state?
Alternate whispers, a mirrored dance,
Existence entwined in a cosmic trance.
In the veiled tapestry of what could be,
Am I alive, or just a memory?
Through celestial corridors, questions unfurl,
Am I the same in that alternate world?
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