Blend in,
Imbue the abyss,
Walk slow,
Observe: with or without detachment.
Quietly escape the quagmire,
Seek nothing but ugliness.
In the situation of, adapt or die
Wear your cloak &
patterns you know,
When the first rays of sun fall & dew starts fading away,
Smile;
Choose steeper mountains to climb,
Imbibe principles,
Since you are carving it
You know what's the climax of this story,
So,
O traveler
don't miss the enjoyments arising out of the journey
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