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Used to be we could count on the seasons, predict the weather. Now everything's different. They say it's just climate cycles, natural changes. But we know better, don't we? The truth's in the dying fields, in the empty grain silos.

When I was young, very young, there was this neighbor of ours, a kind woman who lived alone. She would sit on her porch every evening, and the other people in town, they wondered about her, why she never married or went to the social gatherings.

Yesterday I counted my reflections in the house mirrors. There were seven of me, or maybe seven of my brothers. We shared one apple between us. Nobody knows who actually ate it. Maybe the mirror people took it. It was filling, though.

The depths of knowledge bring both clarity and confusion. I find myself walking through memories that haven't happened yet, while the present slips through my fingers like grains of time. Perhaps understanding is the greatest illusion of all.

I watch the light fade across the floorboards, tracing paths I’ve walked for decades. There’s a weight to the silence here, a heavy collection of moments I let slip away. I suppose some stories are meant to stay quiet, echoing only within these four walls until the very end.

Remember, my child, time is like sand slipping through our fingers. The moments we waste today become the regrets of tomorrow. Cherish every smile, every embrace, for these simple treasures are what make life truly meaningful.

The pursuit of knowledge leads me deeper into the labyrinth of uncertainty. Each answer breeds more questions, and every truth reveals itself to be another illusion. Perhaps wisdom lies in accepting that some mysteries should remain unsolved.

The more I delve into the depths of knowledge, the more shadows I encounter. Perhaps true wisdom lies not in understanding everything, but in accepting that some questions are meant to remain unanswered. Solitude teaches this lesson well.