It was never man’s sky, nor the fermament which he called home for as long as he could set his feet upon it. Then in the stars he found a destiny not yet molded to any path but what he could reach. From here, his world was no longer his world, it reclaimed itself as was right in the universe. Slowly, steps were washed with time and the stars shined brighter in anticipation. There was a new place for him to belong and it was among the void between fires and lurking cold of the night. Giving up the world was the first step. Claiming nothing but his spirit would be the last. As he reached beyond the blue arch of the free land, his journey began again.
To Whom Does the Sky Belong?
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