Breakneck
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It spilled out across the sky as the sun faded, waves of it lapping the darkness that shall forever chase the light. Striking the earth, bolts of lightning would cause it to spill out, frothing to the surface as it bubbled and sent flickers of itself into the wind. Man would harvest it in war, drawing as much of it from their enemies as possible, taking with it their very essence of life. It is both anger and passion and blooms up amongst the trees and bushes as a declaration of love for all those who behold it. It is the bashful look of throbbing hearts and of looks shared briefly between two beating in sync. It flows through our veins and gives life to us, flowing into the crown of select few to crest them with hair to match the final waning rays of light.
Red.
Red.