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Birth

Seeds of resurrection.

Childish games they continue playing. Those lingering lies were their truth as fairy tales.

I stepped away. For a moment, my thoughts I quietly transcribed—a world of burning embers. I returned, and everything I knew turned to ashes.

Memories no longer forgotten.

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