They say we are made of stars.. and I know not if that is true.. I think perhaps we are born of the remnants, like ash, that remain.. for what are we really, If not born of the void? But is that not too magic? The becoming from the darkness.. a reminder that no spark of light is ever in vain.. for here you are.. here you are.. the indomitable spirit, born of ash, the absense of all you could have clung to.. yet lit in spite, your very own everlasting flame.
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