"Do you still have any regrets?"
"Regrets...? I left those behind long ago."
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By the iron tower, a spirited boy tossed away his speckled paper armor, stood atop a small earthen mound, and swore to protect him.
No one ever doubted that this world was never a fairy tale, and that magic did not exist.
The world changes, but the only thing that never does is the drama of a foolish devotion.
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The one left in ruins was him.
And so was the seventeen-year-old boy who could never figure out why the seawater at his feet couldn't melt the glaciers on the Arctic islands.
Theme: Air, flowing water, plants, that boy.
