The Silent Symphony: echoes of destiny.

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He stood tall, his stature commanding attention even in the solemn atmosphere of the funeral. Veins traced intricate patterns beneath his strong, yet gentle hands, adding a hint of vulnerability to his rugged appearance. Clad in a somber black suit, each crease and fold spoke of a quiet elegance, a stark contrast to the heaviness in his eyes.
"Hey, man, thanks for coming today. Means a lot to me."

"Of course, dude. I wouldn't miss it for anything. Your grandma was amazing."

"Yeah, she really was. It's just hard, you know?"

"I get it, man. Losing someone you love is never easy. But hey, I'm here for you. Anything you need, just let me know."

"Thanks, I appreciate that. It helps knowing I've got friend like you by my side."

"Always, buddy. Always."

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As he sped down the road, the boy's hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white with tension. His mind wandered to the somber scene of the funeral he had just left behind.

"It's her again," he muttered to himself, his voice filled with a mixture of frustration and sorrow. "Every time I dream of her, someone leaves this world."

The weight of loss hung heavy in the air as he wrestled with the recurring dreams that seemed to foretell impending tragedy. With each passing mile, the road stretched out before him like an endless path of uncertainty, mirroring the turmoil within his heart.

As he drove speedily, the thought of dying crept into his mind once more. It wasn't that he didn't love his life or lacked desires to fulfill his dreams; rather, he couldn't bear the burden of his known ones dying because of his gloomy dreams.

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