I have been mortal, and some part of me is mortal yet. I am full of tears and hunger and the fear of death, though I cannot weep, and I want nothing, and I cannot die. I am not like the others now, for no unicorn was ever born who could regret...
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From above the fireworks are so many tiny flashes, dwarfed by the flashes of the thunderstorm higher still.