alas, the hall was an incredible long path that was made for choice. like any other path of life that you would meet every now and then, and the turn, or the yield, the odds are you would get it right somehow. at least once.
that one time, if you're lucky would get you to a hall with endless possibilities. and even when it seems endless, the path it lays would be unlikely to be the same. the hall had two walls each facing each, each connects with the other with another wall that doesn't seemed to be built, but to grow from both walls. and the roof that covers the passerby's head would somehow exposed you to the magnifying sun or astounding stillness of the moon - when it comes.
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