My whole life I've been told: battle against the odds is a worthy thing; sorrow can be whittled down to a point as sharp and resilient as steel. Tribulation is a hard teacher. Correction: warlord. Prodding and pushing, pointing out the distance yet to be covered on foot until one crests the dunes to come face-to-face with the next enemy. All my life I've been given the same banner to carry, embroidered with the words weather and overcome. Its colors are chameleon. Its weight, dependent on how long one holds the lance of one's breath. All my life I've been told my name means glorious warrior. Its spirit is restless, or is some kind of comet burning a hole through the atmosphere, delivering its carillon. Soldier, solder: just one strike away from beautiful, fated carbon.
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