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I raise my cup to the sky,
and the stars wink like mischievous
children.
They do not know the weight of
what is lost, nor the ease with which a
man can cradle sorrow as if it were a
friend. I smiled and remained. โ
ruins still smoldered with the acrid stench of scorched stone and ruptured reishiใ jagged fragments of what had once been a sturdy edifice scattered like the bones of some colossal beast .
โ tantrum .แฃ โ
she flung one arm outward and a concentrated sphere detonated nearby with a thunderous boomใ sending a fresh shower of pulverized rock and smoke billowing skyward .
โ if my explosions