Do what it takes to survive. . .

When it begins, everything is wonderful. Everyone looks to you, looks to you as if you are nothing less than the very sun in their sky. So many lives rest in your hands, so many souls. And you must look after them. They are your starts, your sky. Without them, you are not a sun, without them, you are nothing less than insignificant. Then things change... Soon, the splendor falls apart, and reveals what's been hidden underneath. Choices must be made, choices that end poorly for everyone. Choices that make people hate you, choices that make resentment rise. But you. You must be strong. You are the sun, the light. You bring order, you are capable of bringing peace, capable of looking after your stars. Hope burns like a torch bright against the dark, and you are the very height of it.

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