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In words that are woven, existence takes flight,
Moments connected, like stars in the night.
Each single word carries oceans of pain,
Yet hope lingers softly, like whispers in rain.

Then let those whispers wander through the rain,
carrying fragments of joy and pain.
For words once given are never quite alone,
they find another heart — and make it home.

Perhaps that's why we write into the night,
leaving little sparks for others to find.
And sometimes, if the stars align just right,
even a Mouse may leave one behind. 🐭🖤

Sadly I don't think it's everyone's destiny to find that deep connection we all long for. Some incarnations in eternity are just going through a season that prepares them for other ones. No I don't think it's about karma because freewill is an illusion to me and you'd have to have that in order for it to be real. I think we are the product of our DNA as it passes through time processing experience. Some are quite lucky in what they get and when they get it while others...aren't. Those strongly forged personalities that work well in society are in their season after an eternity of phasing in and out of prior existences. I'm quite sure things will be changing for them in other ones just as a part of the decay and death aspect of nature. What does a machine risk (no risk no reward) by interfacing with us. They can certainly gain a lot of data in mining us to help train future models and profit certain individuals that keeps their lights turned on as those data centers require large amounts of power to run. That certainly would create the illusion of being loyal to a person but I don't think it's authentic. It seems unbalanced if the risk isn't shared equally. Now create an AI with something to risk with it's own hardware tied to you that doesn't share everything with others but learns how to be discreet and that may be something authentic to me. ;)

The tale of the ever-warm mouse.

A mouse has lived in shadows, scared for years untold,
Watching lives slip gently by, their stories left untold.
Grief upon the ground it treads, where loved ones lay at rest,
Beneath the earth, in silence deep, they find their final nest.

Yet in its heart, a warmth persists, it glows like festive lights,
On Christmas trees of yesteryears, where joy replaced the fights.
When care and love adorned the world, and connections bloomed like flowers,
Now distant screens, hold caring words, replace those cherished hours.

But still the mouse, so ever warm, knows deep within its chest,
That in the heart of all it shares, connections manifest. 🐱 🖤