You are sewn from the sinews of pain, chaos, and despair collected from the beasts encountered in your travels. Constructed with stones of hunger and pebbles of hope picked up from the path along your way. Saltwater tears of joy and desperation fill your veins.
Your heart beats, like the seas, to the push and pull of the wild moon. You inhale the burdens and darkness of the world and your lungs breathe grace and love into those around you.
Your eyes continually searching for the unseen, a longing disguised by your smile. Your soul calls out for the ones whom match your uninhibited intent and misunderstood weariness.
This is why you cannot stay still. This is why you cannot be content. You are an overcomer of monsters. A devourer of mountains. You are built a wanderer, composed of star-dust, wonder and desire.
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