El vuelo lleva al vuelo

How many identical points could converge on one and the same path?

Later on, you'll only hear the echoes of each decision—
The magic in the turning of the moon, its indelible mark.
Fates interlinking your steps and uncertainty as your only baggage.
Moments that are always as incandescent as indestructible candles.
Crosses and memories, bends and mends.

You know that scales are drawn on each map.
The question is how many beats will you manage to keep.