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There it stood. With its arms reaching out to the sky, the heaven, above, and with people surrounding its shiny bark, hard as metal, firm as metal, unbreakable as if it was a samurai’s sword, forged from the hardest of ores. The tree’s foundation as that of glue
The sun just peeked over the horizon and set it afire whole. At the table a young man sat with his arms reached out in front of him, and with the sun casting light all over them and his pale, pale face; as pale as that of a ghost risen
”Spark it to life!” said one. ”Yes, spark it!” said the other. Footsteps dripped against the floor beyond the door. Dripp. Dripp, it sounded; like the sound of water hitting rocks as a river runs, dripping like the water that runs down a house’s roof that first dripped from