Weighing the Cosmic Scale: The 💤 Edition

In the silent cradle of stars, my heart takes a different flight,

Against the feather, under Maat’s light.

What burdens I carry, etched deep in time,

Now rise in the balance, seeking the divine.

Root of the Storm:

A shadow whispers of choices past,

Roots of a struggle too heavy to cast.

Yet every pain, every tethered chain,

Holds wisdom to gain, not endured in vain.

Voices of the Winds:

Reflect on actions, the paths you’ve tread,

What whispers remain unsaid?

Conduct shapes the truth you hold,

Forging the future, bold or cold.

Echo of Stars:

The probable outcome, the cosmos unfolds,

A destiny waiting, as stardust molds.

If left unaltered, the scales will tell,

Of harmony risen, or a fleeting spell.

Action of Light:

A step forward, bold yet serene,

Through cosmic currents unseen.

Adjust the balance, embrace your part,

The universe bends to an honest heart.

A cosmic message:

So pause, dear traveler, in your cosmic strife,

The feather weighs not against your life,

But the truth you weave, the justice you bring,

A celestial echo, an eternal spring.