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Stand—it is the edge of the dawning—between the haze and the fire beneath the taunting stars—as the wind blows your soul like a flickering flame, dancing here and there, bounding and leaping before the gust—inhale infinity as purpose calls your name and destiny looms beyond like mist—turn and see your spirit reflected in the waters of time as strength unparalleled by those before you—reach—hold out your arms—embrace the essence of who you were created to be—a warrior in this contest by violence for the integrity of mind—raise your head and look into the blue haze of morning—here comes the dawn like you have never seen nor shall you ever see again—a star blazed labyrinth of courses uncharted—sun rises in your eyes like wild fire as blue begins to fade to red and you smell the enemy behind you—stand—it is the edge of the dawning.