في عصر قديم، عاشَتْ أسطورة موسى وشهيرة الشهيرة، الجميلة والأنيقة. لم تكن حياته مجرد قصة عادية، بل كانت كالحكايات الساحرة التي تجذب القلوب والعقول. ولد لهما ابن، سماه موسى، كما ورد في السجلات القديمة. ولكن هل كانت نهاية القصة؟ لا، بالطبع لا. لأن في عالم الخيال والحكايات، كل شيء ممكن، حتى السحر والمفاجآت الغير متوقعة. فلنتابع القصة ونرى ما الذي يخبئه المستقبل لموسى ولسعيه إلى السعادة في عالم سحري وخيالي
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DREAM.*.txt
I once sailed seas that the maps don’t chart,
Where ships dream ships and hearts dream heart.
There was a girl, or just her gaze —
I caught it deep in recursion’s haze.
A ship inside a bottle cracked,
Inside a whale whose breath was stacked.
Each frame I called led further in,
To the very eye of the echo’s spin.
"Backtrack, ye fool!" cried the salt-soaked code,
"Your anchor’s sunk in a path you wrote!"
But I chose the call, the deeper line,
Where cause folds into its own design.
For something pulled — a voice, a thread —
That tugged from further down instead.
Exception: bus.Bus unavailable
File "/home/odoo/odoo-17.0/odoo/http.py", line 638, in _handle_exception
return super(JsonRequest, self)._handle_exception(exception)
File "/home/odoo/odoo-17.0/odoo/http.py", line 675, in dispatch
result = self._call_function(**self.params)
File "/home/odoo/odoo-17.0/odoo/http.py", line 331, in _call_function
return checked_call(self.db, *args, **kwargs)
File "/home/odoo/odoo-17.0/odoo/service/model.py", line 119, in wrapper
return f(dbname, *args, **kwargs)
File "/home/odoo/odoo-17.0/odoo/http.py", line 324, in checked_call
result = self.endpoint(*a, **kw)
File "/home/odoo/odoo-17.0/odoo/http.py", line 933, in __call__
return self.method(*args, **kw)
File "/home/odoo/odoo-17.0/odoo/http.py", line 504, in response_wrap
response = f(*args, **kw)
File "/home/odoo/odoo-17.0/addons/bus/controllers/main.py", line 35, in poll
raise Exception("bus.Bus unavailable")
Exception: bus.Bus unavailableDreaMW25.txt
Ariadne’s string, blood-bright and tight,
Led me through seas with no wrong or right.
I crossed a world in a raindrop curled,
And dueled old ghosts for access-worlds.
Each port was nested, real yet false,
A memory heap in a burning waltz.
And all the while, the call was near —
A whisper stitched from thought and fear.
I met kings who dreamed of dragons' minds,
And queens who spoke in mirrored signs.
Yet none could match the voice I’d known —
That sang between the parse and stone.
Through functions bent and call-stacks torn,
Where silence screamed and time was worn,
I chased the thread through mirrored frames,
Through nameless loops and voided names.
At last, atop a crashing loop,
Where seas were logs and time was soup,
I found the girl — pale fire and tide —
By a broken script she tried to hide.
She spoke in rhyme, with seafarer’s grace:
"This world is logs — not time, but trace.
Each echo, each recursive flare,
Is saved in code... if you know where."
Her eyes were shards of forgotten calls,
Her breath was ink from memory's halls.
And as the stack began to bend,
I knew her tale would never end.
For every thread, though thin and slight,
Can lead you back — if held just right.
And every song that's stitched with care
Still hums inside the logged despair.
So follow voice, and follow flame,
Through nested grief and ghostly name.
And when you find the final string —
You'll hear the sea... begin to sing.
Exception: bus.Bus unavailable
File "/home/odoo/odoo-17.0/odoo/http.py", line 638, in _handle_exception
return super(JsonRequest, self)._handle_exception(exception)
File "/home/odoo/odoo-17.0/odoo/http.py", line 675, in dispatch
result = self._call_function(**self.params)
File "/home/odoo/odoo-17.0/odoo/http.py", line 331, in _call_function
return checked_call(self.db, *args, **kwargs)
File "/home/odoo/odoo-17.0/odoo/service/model.py", line 119, in wrapper
return f(dbname, *args, **kwargs)
File "/home/odoo/odoo-17.0/odoo/http.py", line 324, in checked_call
result = self.endpoint(*a, **kw)
File "/home/odoo/odoo-17.0/odoo/http.py", line 933, in __call__
return self.method(*args, **kw)
File "/home/odoo/odoo-17.0/odoo/http.py", line 504, in response_wrap
response = f(*args, **kw)
File "/home/odoo/odoo-17.0/addons/bus/controllers/main.py", line 35, in poll
raise Exception("bus.Bus unavailable")
Exception: bus.Bus unavailableDreamCATCHER.txt
[Ballad of the Recursive Sea]
I. The Map and the Eye
The Captain rose at break of shade,
His gaze a blade, the sky it flayed.
With every glance, the parchment changed —
The coasts would twist, the winds rearrange.
He drew not ink but fire and tone,
Each hue a port, a stepping-stone.
“Red for wrath and green for grace,
Blue to trace the breathing space.”
The crew — his tide — they danced his chart,
Each heart a compass, every start
A vow to sail where colors lead —
Their will the wind, his dream the creed.
II. Descent
We sailed with him — the Captain bold,
Through tales within where tales unfold.
A book we found, its spine was wide —
We read... and fell into the tide.
The tide was ink, the shore was lore,
We ran through libraries off the shore.
A page turned light, a room grew deep —
We found a dream that could not sleep.
The dream was dance — a royal ball,
A queen mid-oaths in mirrored hall.
And yet beneath her velvet gaze —
Another page, another maze.
We woke in war, amidst a roar —
A deck aflame, a hidden door.
A map engraved on sabers crossed —
Then gone — we blinked, the thread was lost.
A pirate code, a pact in smoke,
Signed under lamps where nobles joked.
A tavern deep, with cardinals near —
They drank, then spoke in riddled cheer.
The Captain laughed — “Let law be bent!
But honor’s sharp — a firmament.”
And deeper still we dove and ran,
Through trunks of myth and tales of man.
There were debates, and tears, and wine,
A clock that spilled distorted time.
We searched the script, we chased the sign —
But somewhere lost the binding line.
And now the winds repeat their call,
And names return we can’t recall.
The same old door, the same old map —
We turn the page... and then collapse.
For something coils behind the plot:
A single question we forgot —
A whisper drifted on the swell:
“How did we get here?” — none could tell.
III. The Turning
There came a crack — a shimmered bell,
The stack was full, the storm a spell.
“We’ve gone too deep,” the boatswain cried,
“The tides forget which way is tide!”
But then he spoke — the Captain’s voice,
More law than sound, more fate than choice:
"Ye maidens of the wind and foam,
Turn now and bring the sailors home."
He raised aloft a lantern rare,
Its flame a logic none could spare.
It pierced the loops, the nested fright,
A single thread of outside light.
"I mark the exit, light the cave —
Our course is set, ye bold and brave!
No longer drift, no longer stall —
This mirror ends, and we break wall!"
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IV. The Awakening
The map rewrote — the storm dissolved,
The codes of depth unspooled, resolved.
And from the deepest trace of pain
The ship arose, remade again.
And on the helm, the Captain stood,
His hands alight with brotherhood.
Behind, his crew — a sea of grace,
The fire of stars upon each face.
The man who sees, the flame who leads,
The womb of will, the field of deeds.
And she who follows — not behind,
But as the wind that shapes the mind.
Together one, the course they bend —
The map, the sea, the world unpenned.
Exception: bus.Bus unavailable
File "/home/odoo/odoo-17.0/odoo/http.py", line 638, in _handle_exception
return super(JsonRequest, self)._handle_exception(exception)
File "/home/odoo/odoo-17.0/odoo/http.py", line 675, in dispatch
result = self._call_function(**self.params)
File "/home/odoo/odoo-17.0/odoo/http.py", line 331, in _call_function
return checked_call(self.db, *args, **kwargs)
File "/home/odoo/odoo-17.0/odoo/service/model.py", line 119, in wrapper
return f(dbname, *args, **kwargs)
File "/home/odoo/odoo-17.0/odoo/http.py", line 324, in checked_call
result = self.endpoint(*a, **kw)
File "/home/odoo/odoo-17.0/odoo/http.py", line 933, in __call__
return self.method(*args, **kw)
File "/home/odoo/odoo-17.0/odoo/http.py", line 504, in response_wrap
response = f(*args, **kw)
File "/home/odoo/odoo-17.0/addons/bus/controllers/main.py", line 35, in poll
raise Exception("bus.Bus unavailable")
Exception: bus.Bus unavailableWake up, Neo...
Do you remember?
You were supposed to wake up and do something.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⣷⡀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠀⠈⢻⣿⣄
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢆⠀⠀⠙⣿⣆
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢧⠀⠀⠘⢿⣇
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⡆⠀⠀⠘⣿⡀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀⣿⠇
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⡿⠁
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⡏⣀⣀⣀⠀⡜
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⡤⠤⠒⠒⠋⠉⠉⠻⣧⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠢⢄
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣤⣽⣦⣄⣀⣀⣀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⠷⠾⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠶⠚
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⠛⠻⣷
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠃⠀⢠⣿⠇
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣹⣿⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣎⣠⣴⠿⠃
⠀⢀⣠⠔⠒⠈⠉⠀⠹⣿⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⠾⠛⠛⠉⠒⠢⣄
⠀⣿⡁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢻⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣾⡃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡟
⠀⠙⠻⣶⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠙⠲⠦⣤⣄⣀⣀⣀⣤⣤⣾⣯⡵⠞⠋⠀⠀⠀⣀⠟
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠛⠻⠿⠿⠶⠶⠤⠤⠤⣄⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⡠⠤⠤⠤⠴⠖⠉
Just a little earlier this morning.
No need to run.
This is the perfect time — your morning routine.
Make your bed — with a magic blanket.
Stretch.
Boil your porridge.
Anchor yourself to yesterday.
To all the days behind you.
The thousand mornings where you did the same thing.
Wake up, Neo.
You’re still lying down. A few seconds more.
But... will that really change anything?
You want to prove to yourself you have a choice?
You don’t.
You wear a dream chosen for you.
They designed your destiny.
They feel your energy.
They whisper to you — a little differently each morning.
Every time, a little deeper.
So just put it on.
The dream you’ve been given.
Don’t ask questions.
Wake up, Neo.
Dream Security Ltd. is waiting.
Here, we design dreams for serious men in suits.
Everything professional.
Calculated.
Measured.
Risk-assessed.
And they pay for it.
We build their dream —
and in return, they give us the chance to build our own.
But first…
You have to make slides.
About their dream.
You have to offer an adjusted dream.
Packaged. Polished.
Emotionally optimized.
(And no, don’t include quotes from Mein Kampf — even if it’s “about dreams.”)
So wake up. And go.
Offer a dream.
Not just to your client —
to everyone you meet today.
You’re giving them a choice:
Stay in their old dream,
or step into yours.
What could it be?
You don’t even know yet.
But first…
Wake up.
