In the grand tome of existence, where chapters unfold like petals of a flower,
A novel of surprises, written by the divine hand of fate's dark hour,
Each page a portal to the unknown, a gateway to the unexplored,
A labyrinth of experiences, where wisdom's threads are intricately implored.

Through the crucible of trials, we're tempered like steel in the fire's heart,
Our souls, a canvas of...