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The body is the vessel of the soul, yet it is not a cage — it's a language. Through flesh, the soul learns to ache, to hunger, to love. Every scar becomes a sentence, every heartbeat a prayer. When the flesh decays, the soul does not simply depart; it remembers the weight of being, the warmth of blood that once obeyed its will. Flesh gives the soul its voice, and the soul gives flesh its meaning. They are not enemies, but two mirrors facing each other…endless reflections of what it means to exist.