Once there was a child. They were taken from their home, from their family and community, from their religion and their people. They fell in love. And they rose up to be the hero that would defy the entire world's prejudice.
They have a story. And it's the ultimate story. But it's a story that has been told time and time again.
This is the story of a girl who grew up with everything. Except love. She looked out into the worlds and she saw floods of blood flowing throughout the land. And she became her own devastating god.
She became her own devastating god. And she took herself and a notebook she hid in her shirt and she went out into the lands beyond the horizon. And there she lived and grew like a vine, cracking apart the foundations of the world. In tandem, in unison with the child who was far from home.
She soaked her blood into the cracks and it froze and thawed and froze and thawed until the cracks grew wider and wider.
The child told her to act. And kneeling to them, she did.
And soon there was a land that was nothing but ash and there was a future that was nothing but a new chance to make the world fair and there was a child who was beginning the next chapter of their story and there was a girl smiling from the lands beyond the horizon.
And that was the day that a piece of the sky was reborn.
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