You wake up with a blister - not on your foot - you can still advance comfortably.
It's on your hand. No memory of holding a sword or wielding a dagger, you've somehow managed to carry the trace of a battle you don't remember fighting.
Typical.
The laborious, involved, lengthy process is actually a snap of the fingers if you let it be. Like taking off a winter coat you've worn too long. Seasons confused, you thought it was still necessary. Vital to your survival even. You're amazed to realize it actually belongs in the closet, only to be removed when the seasons change again.
It's just a blister, right? You are aware of it, but barely more. Somehow it has managed to nearly heal while it remained invisible. Or maybe it was never really that bad.
In any case, something has been conquered without you even being aware of it.
Do you remember how to celebrate? Do you remember how to give thanks? Honor the dead and burned with silent reverence and gratitude. In the light of the fire, dragons are butterflies.
It's on your hand. No memory of holding a sword or wielding a dagger, you've somehow managed to carry the trace of a battle you don't remember fighting.
Typical.
The laborious, involved, lengthy process is actually a snap of the fingers if you let it be. Like taking off a winter coat you've worn too long. Seasons confused, you thought it was still necessary. Vital to your survival even. You're amazed to realize it actually belongs in the closet, only to be removed when the seasons change again.
It's just a blister, right? You are aware of it, but barely more. Somehow it has managed to nearly heal while it remained invisible. Or maybe it was never really that bad.
In any case, something has been conquered without you even being aware of it.
Do you remember how to celebrate? Do you remember how to give thanks? Honor the dead and burned with silent reverence and gratitude. In the light of the fire, dragons are butterflies.
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