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In the realm of the sun’s last bow, Lies a question, subtle, in whispered glow, “What Comes Next?” echoed with no shadows. A riddle of time, swathed in cosmos.

Dances the dawn, in gentle sweep, Across the horizon, where secrets seep, In every second, in each soft breath, Hums the hint, of life and death.

The moon ascends, stars unfurl, All a part of this spinning twirl, In silent scream, comet’s journey afar, Ask the universe, what we truly are.

“Reality fades, dreams take pretext, In the end, dear wanderer, What Comes Next?” Decipher time’s maze, in endless quest, For uncloaked is the future, to those who reflect.

Life is the riddle, we strive to text, Burdened by the enigma, “What Comes Next?”
Only those who dare to see, Unravel the crypt, and unveil the mystery.

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