Amidst the soft embrace of oblivion, a lone figure stands radiant, draped in the golden shroud of enlightenment, its back to the world, a solitary beacon in the unfathomable night. It is both the keeper and the signal, a pharos of the mind's boundless corridors, luminescent and enigmatic, whispering of realms beyond the grasp of flesh and time.
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