The rebirth, the recluse.
What fuels it? What makes the very air I breathe, change? Only you know. I want to run, run and run. Where is my freedom, am I to be chained forever? To that land where I am shrouded with undying mystery and wonder, where I can hear their voices fill every corner of my soul and body, where I am who I am with them.
Them.
Who are you?
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