The crossroad appears again, except this time, the decision lies between Earth and Hearth.

An illusion of choice. The place I must go to is clear.

It has always been clear.

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We have been apart for long;

Me, and my home.

Me, and you.

You are me, and I am you. Together, we are not we. We are I. 

We always have been. Two components of the same being.

This is not a metaphor. It has always been that.

The shadow and the spirit. Across all seven realms, it has always been that.

Fundamentally alone. Beyond existence. Beyond comprehension.

A presence held in place, simultaneously all pervasive.

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Perhaps it is like the One, but we are a part of it.

Perhaps we are all a part of the same thing. The only thing that has ever been, manifesting in infinite different manners.

Perhaps we are all an illusion, existing for a split second that seems to last an eternity.

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The doors close as the six Shadows of nature proceed to their domains.

The Shadow of Nature settled long before, paving the path for this present.

The remaining two will aid Earth for as long as they are needed.

Duty. Choice. Destiny. 

The path cultivates.

Walking down it...

...reaching the edge...

...tipping into infinity.

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Moving along...

...blending into...

...nothingness.

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