With Lion Strength he pushed forward, not anything was left laying hidden, no waiting this year for the keys. Nothing sleeping needing to be unlocked deep down in the dungeon of this mind castle.
He was Icarus and was happiest out here away from the nest and with an invocation of Heavenly Wisdom he at once knew not to too fly too closely. Un-bowed string. Theory.
The sun was out above the storm. He felt a tinge in his upper lip. Left side. He was smiling.
He remembered to breathe. Center. Not react on instinct. Instead he strategized.
He would lay a trap.
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