He walked on, lost in his own trance—forgetting thirst, hunger, and sleep. Many travellers crossed his path, yet he chose not to walk with any of them. He didn’t pause for even a moment’s rest. Alone, he marched on with unwavering resolve, along the endless road.
Eventually, the sun did set. His limbs grew weary, his eyes heavy. He could walk no further. He asked himself, “I’ve been walking since morning, yet why haven’t I reached my destination? Did I make a mistake?” For a fleeting moment, he opened his eyes. The entire creation was bathed in golden light—the eternal celebration of sunset, ongoing since time immemorial.
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