The blaze in the night sky was gone, faded to sparklessness. We were not ready. We needed more of the full light, our journey incomplete, the path torturous.
We made our sacrifices. In the end, we could not persuade and it faded completely from our sky.
Many were lost on that journey.
Our leaders overturned and sent away by those who did survive.
Now we have monuments to our ordeal. We have memories of those gone and we have stories of leaders failing, the results of failure, the results of too few nights bright on journeys rough and tumbled.
Our survival, never perfected, never certain, its tenuous nature made clear to us on one journey across one difficult ground with one light faded when it was needed most.
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