Why are you running, child? Are you sure of the danger? You are young and naive and so you believe that you can run forever. But the time will pass and then your breath will come short and shallow. And where will you find yourself then?
Forsaken in a hostile land, matured by your fleeing habits, your rash sprint will turn you coward. You'll spring with fear when the gentle wind ruffles the laughing leaves.
You are human, child. Your desperate running will bring you scorn. Few can live peacefully with scorn, especially self-scorn. You will burn with unfulfillment. This is my prophecy to you.
Stop, stand, and stare at your surroundings. You may find them to be friendlier than you thought. You may realize that harmony lies at your feet. You may learn to live with the monster in your closet.
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