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In a world of colorful stained glass, figures dashed in all directions. An old man stood at the center, watching them, motionless. Each of these figures represented a version of himself, paths he could have taken. But the old man had chosen stillness, contemplating the lost choices, the roads untraveled. Around him, the vivid colors of other lives burst forth, creating a hypnotic dance, while he stood in serene silence, watching it all unfold.