In the darkest night, some flames refuse to die.
When running isn't an option, legends are born.
Iron and wood, transformed by necessity into art.
The night was long, but your will was longer.
Every tool tells the tale of its previous owner.
When the sun rises, even shadows must bow to survivors.
Time loses meaning when tomorrow is a luxury.
The city whispers your name in its broken streets.
Some doors should stay closed, but curiosity always wins.
They say mercy is quick. Your aim proves it
In the ruins of civilization, even empty cans tell stories.
The streets remember your first dance with death
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