They stood at the crossroads, looking back at the paths taken, the choices made. Judgment was not an end but an appraisal, a reckoning of distances traveled and lessons learned.
Judgment — It was a pause, a breath drawn in the quietude between what had been and what was yet to come.
⸱ The crossroads became a place of reflection, a moment to consider the weight of their decisions, the course of their journey, and the wisdom gained along the way ⸱
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