Cinematic editions, book adoptions, and mozzarella

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Some transformations are as gentle as mist burning away in the morning sun. Others crack bone and reshape flesh, so that only if you learn to walk through the pain and terror with your head held high and your gaze fixed on distant shores, will you rise from the ruins of your old life.

He existed in the fertile void where all potential resided, in the honest space beneath illusions. He was the primordial darkness that birthed the stars themselves.