Blood calls to blood. But the water answers. She is tired. Tired of the ceaseless struggling of sleeping minds. Tired of the toll efficiency and optimization have taken on the people. Tired of the men from town bottling Her up to sell to the lowest bidder. One day, and soon, She will remind blood that thickness is not a virtue when potential gets clogged with expectation, that a parched desert cannot accept the rains, and that no amount of bravery can save us from ourselves. Blood will deny Her, as before. But this time, there is no next time, and She will make Her way regardless, crumbling the walls to the sea, breaking the glass with a storm, and setting free the captives of the drought within us all.
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