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... the water, landing on my right foot.
Then, pushing myself back into the air, I placed down my left foot and lunged forward, holding the hilt of my sheathed sword with both my hands.
The dance had to tell a story.
About a being that once was atop the world, a god or creator, falling to reality and meeting his own creations.
I began ceaselessly dancing on the unmarked rocks, marking my footprints with blood, for minutes...perhaps hours.
All concept of time h ...
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