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- Perhaps I made a mistake back then. But my entire nature begged for motion and I let the wind push and pull as it would. I am leaves skittering over pavement. Only movement keeps the turbulence at bay and maintains the precarious balance.
- Cycles churn like tides, washing the sand clean. I swirl the water, surrender to the recurring rhythm. I will move the tides, push the water until it overflows onto the land to drum and beat and march until the world is clean again.
- Stand. Weather the wind, the sand as it erodes you. I have so endured. I have stood for ages and will continue to stand. Though I change, I am ever the same. How many will crumble if I should falter? Too many. All?
- A creature of pure instinct can not help but create chaos in their wake. How can you fault me for embracing what I am? Yet greater discord will ensue from forcing one such as myself to be what I am not. Chaos unending.