Dance of TimeThe martial artist performs his flowing, liquid-like dance. The sun shines over the hills of emerald grass and vegetation. The flowers shiver amidst the soothing whispers of the wind, while the trees sway in a most pleasant manner. The soldiers march, they march for a king they do not know. A cause they cannot fathom, yet they still march; ever loyal, ever trusting. The true valiency of these men is the knowledge that they march for their deaths at a fortified castle, and go with true intentions to strike true and valiantly. The sun rises overhead, the children adventure out into the wilderness. Their mothers back at the villiage ready everytDance of Time
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~suffer not the soul~
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Tell me and I`ll forget. Show me and I may not remember. Involve me and I`ll understand.
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Tell me and I`ll forget. Show me and I may not remember. Involve me and I`ll understand.
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