Run my fingers over the rough texture of the stone sculpture, feeling the artist’s every intent etched beneath my touch.
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Among the thorns, roses bloom like tiny flames, burning bright in the garden’s embrace. 🔥
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"If time travel lets me meet my future self, will I recognize the person who left all my mistakes behind? ⏳👤"
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