The vessel of karma conceals its own secrets—sins dissipate like rain, vanishing into the night; however, regret persists.
Regret illuminates like the aurora borealis, glowing gently at the periphery of one’s vision for centuries.
The skies continually evolve, yet the dark stars within the heart steadfastly refuse to diminish.
While some burdens dissipate, certain wounds reemerge, serving as a testament that we too were once shattered fragments of a drifting star.
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