Delve
There was no question.
There is no answer.
How was the sound to be heard?
Do you ever create and not know why?
The space is limited
The stakes are high.
Wandering with aims is much more severe than aimslessness
There was no question.
Stop looking for an answer!
There is nothing to be found
But keep hope
For there is much to be discovered
The Unknown
It haunts us
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