Rebellion Period. 2023 June #000. Screaming out loud on descent, eyes locked onto my screen, my heart pulses inside my chest as my mind falls to a dream. A call from the metro, colours of orange and grey, forces of rebellion, they will not go away. My proclamation impossible, a turbulent path that I must take, though I may flail and I may stumble, I shall make no mistake. For I am the spark that ignites the fire, the spark which will rise against tyrants higher, for freedom it is that compels me forward, It is a fire that will burn ever onward.
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