Meaning and purpose, fused into one.
It beckons you onward, lighting the day,
Embrace its essence or forge your own way.
A name is a whisper, a fleeting spark,
Yet within you, it leaves its mark.
In every echo, he dwells, nameless, yet true,
Fear not his design, nor what it construes.
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