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In the center of the room lies a great stone table, and upon it rests a single book. This book holds the record of my own soul, the story of my journey through countless lifetimes, the tale of my triumphs and struggles, my joys and sorrows. As I open the book, the pages begin to turn of their own accord, revealing the memories of my past lives. There is a tapestry of my soul along the wall, each thread a different lifetime, each stitch a different experience. I see the patterns that have woven themselves through my existence, the themes that have repeated themselves time and time again. And I am filled with a sense of gratitude for the opportunity to revisit these memories, to heal old wounds and to understand the purpose of my soul's journey. There is a cat that lazily watches me, and I am reminded that he has been with me many times.
A book of life