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"As far as I've known,
On and on,
The wind stands the same.
The wind:
It blows,
Irreverent and without cause.
Time,
As it is,
Will do the same:
Blow,
Whistle across the land,
Without single attention to what it could break.
A dream;
A faint dream,
No,
Not a dream,
But rather a memory.
A memory,
Which befallen very lately,
Which holds more memories inside of it.
That faint feeling of justification—
Which dost singe the edge of a prison—
Finally impacts a single blow,
Upon which freeing a dove,
A fallen warrior.
Upon which leads me here.
Here:
A place,
A place with a sharp strategist,
A place with a cunning disaster,
A place with a bold king,
A place with a kindhearted servant,
A place with a young hero,
A place with a hero's shadow,
A land with Dreams."
A miniscule sunset coloured butterfly flutters with such thoughts. Efficiently, effortlessly, never changing. After all, time itself is nothing without its keeper...