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The streets remember your first dance with death
In the ruins of civilization, even empty cans tell stories.
The city whispers your name in its broken streets.
They say mercy is quick. Your aim proves it
Every tool tells the tale of its previous owner.
Some doors should stay closed, but curiosity always wins.
Time loses meaning when tomorrow is a luxury.
The night was long, but your will was longer.
Iron and wood, transformed by necessity into art.
When the sun rises, even shadows must bow to survivors.
When running isn't an option, legends are born.
In the darkest night, some flames refuse to die.