Have you ever walked in the prairie after a massive stormy rain? It was calm and breezy that you wish to inhale the cool air into your vein. I never though that I would ever walked again this deja vu, and watch the silverlining burst between the fading cloud out of the sky blue. It was beautiful. And so it is now.
The battlecry is over, the dark voice is now too subtle. The light is slowly unfaded, like a breeze morning when sun is shyly warm the arctic. It is all bright, it is all getting too white...
"Will see you again my friend...", a silent voice vibes out of exile....
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