I am walking strong on the first night of another beginning. Determination and experience are my finest weapons right now. I walk prepared for the long haul. Reminding myself am a warrior, engineer, practitioner and participant.
This is an experiment to deconstruct the monster. The villagers have already gathered. Their torches light the distant dark. The monster sees them and they are insignificant like fireflies. His rampage is done for now. The rubble is theirs to remove. The work of rebuilding is mine. The monster is not intimidated or impressed. He is simply spent like the edge of night before dawn. He is not threatened because he knows the sun will set and darkness will rise again. His power lies in this repetition and the dark. To him the villagers are weak. He sees them but he is invisible to them. They wrestle in his wake as he passing among them. They feel the disruption around them; the air move. They are frightened as they witness the tossed dreams, and splintered hiding places.
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