I take my hand and strike it down upon a newfound mound of soil. It is purer than all those of yore. I deliver yesteryear in a frantic yearn for evolution and behold, I blaze into the future, unscathed by the trials of my times. I redeem my wit, I rekindle my soul, and I regrow my serenity.
Something is coming.
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