The Song of Blood
A pulse. A rhythm. The quiet drumbeat of life itself. Blood flows unseen, yet it tells every story—of strength, of survival, of lineage stretching back through time.
It surges in battle, igniting warriors with fury. It binds families, carrying the whispers of ancestors. It spills in sacrifice, in struggle, in moments of raw humanity. Warm, crimson, relentless—blood is both life and loss, power and pain.
It does not lie. It remembers. And no matter how much is shed, it always runs deep.
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