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In the tapestry of fate a glimmer beckoned in the shadows, a sword ablaze with icy light. With a whispering breeze the young androgyne approached, aflame with purpose, and grasped the blade. "A knight", it whispered, as if destiny's decree. With fiery zeal they stood, their spirit soaring, envisioning the blade's triumph over darkness. Time, that silent navigator of destiny's tides, revealed the weight of the sword, the armour melded to his life. "Knight" became their essence. When the wind rose, the young knight would recall the ethereal dream, their spirit …