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Random ThoughtThe greater the progress the smaller the relapse
In a room where magic and mirth collide, A tipsy mage with his spellwork wide, Arrows of light, a spectacle bright, Deflecting away with much delight. Boots kicked up, and a hat so grand, His laughter echoes, mug in hand, Around him, potions and ale dispersed, A testament to spells conversed. Each sip he takes, a story unfolds, Of arcane arts and adventures bold, Yet with each draught, the aim grows less, A gentle reminder of excess. For with great leaps in mystic arts, A minor slip can thwart new starts, The higher the climb, the fall feels worse, Yet each recovery is a universe. In this portrait of a wizard's spree, Lies a truth as old as prophecy, Advancement's path is rarely straight, A stumble small, does not seal fate. So, toast the mage, who knows too well, That progress is not a simple spell, It winds and turns, sometimes it lapses, But each step forward, the past it clasps.

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Random ThoughtThe greater the progress the smaller the relapse
In a room where magic and mirth collide, A tipsy mage with his spellwork wide, Arrows of light, a spectacle bright, Deflecting away with much delight. Boots kicked up, and a hat so grand, His laughter echoes, mug in hand, Around him, potions and ale dispersed, A testament to spells conversed. Each sip he takes, a story unfolds, Of arcane arts and adventures bold, Yet with each draught, the aim grows less, A gentle reminder of excess. For with great leaps in mystic arts, A minor slip can thwart new starts, The higher the climb, the fall feels worse, Yet each recovery is a universe. In this portrait of a wizard's spree, Lies a truth as old as prophecy, Advancement's path is rarely straight, A stumble small, does not seal fate. So, toast the mage, who knows too well, That progress is not a simple spell, It winds and turns, sometimes it lapses, But each step forward, the past it clasps.