Twice Shall Be Cursed

In the grand theatre of existence, where time unspools its tapestry, Doth fate, that veiled architect, decree our every breath and blunder? Or do we — frail yet fervent — with each conscious deed and chosen path, Erect the scaffolding upon which destiny must climb? By your hand and thought, the veiled truth be revealed. Step forth, O child, and with reverent heart greet the unfolding of destiny; May the light that beckons guide thee in its appointed hour.