A single tile, a gentle, unseen nudge,
a ripple sent, where consequences judge.
The first to fall, a silent, soft descent,
a chain reaction, where intentions went.
Unforeseen pathways, branching, far and wide,
where small events, in larger currents hide.
A whispered word, a careless, fleeting glance,
a broken promise, in a fragile dance.
The threads unravel, one by fragile one,
a woven tapestry, undone, begun.
The weight of choices, in a cascading line,
where destinies collide, and futures intertwine.
A subtle shift, in power's fragile hold,
a story altered, as the years unfold.
The echoes spread, across a silent space,
where every action leaves a lasting trace.
A lesson whispered, in the falling tiles,
that every moment, shapes our destined miles.
The unseen forces, that our lives command,
a domino effect, held in our hand.
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