There Will Be Rocks.
…or… Arduous Journeys Fraught with Peril and Dirt-Throwing. A parched road stretches onward and upward before you, the sound of weary hooves plodding their way beneath you up the mountainside. Everyone with you is silent. Lost, no doubt, in the struggle inside of them—just like you. You’re soul-weary, strength-drained, and battling for breath through grief. If you can just keep going, just make it to the top of this...
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