Dawn

Dead shadows dance in the night yearning for the dawn; pale echoes of a haunted heart caressing the dark. Cold and forgotten walking scars, drained by decay, wasted by time, stretch out, hungered and blurred, to a spark ignited, climbing, rising from the ground. From the dark depths, rays of hope entwine in the sky, kissing the hills, breathing new life with wonders layered in light. Naked with joy, a new day, a new world is born.

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