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Austria
𐙚
This world is a mere illusion,
a stage of shifting glass.
Our presence feels obsolete,
like echoes searching for a mouth to belong to.
We strive for perseverance,
but all we seem to meet is defeat—
doors closing, bridges burning
before our feet can cross.
Yet somewhere beneath the ash of doubt,
a pulse hums low and steady.
Believe we are one,
and life exceeds itself:
roots entangle, stars remember our names,
and even illusions learn to bloom.