|Within quadrants of descent, languishing
While worlds traversing darkest hours,
A butterfly dreams of realms beyond,
A course of flight all too unfamiliar.
Arising from stage and chrysalis,
We climb through the maze becoming entangled,
Must a butterfly pursue the entice of wings?
Enlightening within quadrants of ascent.
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