Again, again. Rise, rise
Through swirling smoke and crumbling ash, our hero steps out of the inferno. Walking once more looking back over the many moons that have passed. Here we see what could have been, what has been, and what is yet to come.
He has walked through fire and flames, walked with death as an old friend. Tears and blood have been shed, love was found and lost and found again.
He will walk another day, always another day.
The weight of the world dragging him down, yet he walks.
Still he walks.
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