My heart, a wasteland. I'm surrounded. Wind brushes along the surface of a vast sea of sand. Looking down, the invisible gust uncovers something smooth and bleached by the sun. One, two, three... I raise my head and fix my gaze on the horizon. Countless bones appear from the barren earth. I'm surrounded. I hear His voice resonate in my ears. At once, the bones rise from the desolate ground and take their previous form. My head, spinning. I'm surrounded by a hollow, breathless army. Power. Anticipation. Hope.
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