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Signs of Life Some wounds are older than the bodies that carry them.
Marks can pass from parent to child.
How do I heal the seared memories of my soul,
changing their shapes in every new life...
passing through time uncountable.
The last wound is the oldest, I am powerless against it.
Will it be the mark i leave upon the world when I am gone?
Am I a crwature of war or peace? What will be my legacy?
