Between the hunter and the stag lies the unbroken word. Between the fishermen and the net lies the forgotten song. Between the fire and the stars lies the hope of the people. None of these are real. All of these are necessary. We are complete. We are still looking for the cornerstone. We are still listening for the warning. We are still waiting for the miracle. We are complete. We walk the paths unspoken and dance the lies handed down by our fathers. The city gleams in the distance, and we strive to put the dawn in its proper place. We are complete. And so we begin.
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