Death. They’ll have you thinking it’s all done, but is that really the case? We are the ones responsible for setting the world right. We must decide if we want to save it or control it. My mother would tell me tales of a bird that had the daring to fly a few meters from the nest, which then changed its life path. Is it a blessing or a curse? Similar to the bird, we’ve faced minor events that may have turned into setbacks, but we won’t let it be for the worst. We have the energy to make this our greatest comeback!

Crows flapped across the sky, their calls echoing into the air as they searched the ravaged town for morsels they could scavenge. A spark of light emanated from the wreckage of a structure, prompting one crow to fly lower. It settled, pecking at the charred wood, stirring the debris and disrupting the structure. During its search, it discovered the origin of the glow. There was a hand with a brilliant red crystal shining from its back. Convinced it had located its next meal, the crow pecked at the hand and, abruptly, caught fire. The hand balled into a fist, the crystal breaking as it shook about wildly. The hand grabbed onto a piece of wood, dragging it aside, revealing a mouth covered in dried blood with fangs as sharp as knives. Like someone gasping for air after being underwater, there was a slow exhale of relief. Rebirth.

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