The hour of judgment

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Under the shadow of experience, allow me to share what my mind conceived the last time it ventured into the realm of dreams. In that trance, I found myself involved in a peculiar scenario, where an enigmatic individual made me an unusual proposal: put a price on my soul.

This character, with his mysterious aura and demonic features, tempted me with riches, jewels, women and state-of-the-art automobiles. An offer that, although seductive for many, aroused my skepticism. I calmly responded, "I know this isn't real, I don't usually negotiate without cigarettes." He was aware that this panorama did not obey the laws of the tangible.

The awakening was immediate and my analytical mind was immersed in the evaluation of that transaction. From my reflections I drew clear conclusions: I would reject any superficial donation. On my path, achievements and sustenance will be the exclusive product of my effort, without depending on fantastic promises. Thus, between the haze of night visions and the clarity of wakefulness, I traced my route with the firm conviction of tracing my destiny with my own haneds.

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