Dawn's Embrace

The soldier had always loved the morning,

the way the soft light kissed the earth and the birds dared to sing, even in the face of war. Every dawn was a promise, a fleeting moment of peace before the clamor of battle broke the silence. He would rise early, savoring the stillness, dreaming of the day when he could wake to this beauty without the weight of armor or the call of duty.

But on that final morning, as the sun began to climb, its light spilling over the horizon like liquid gold, he knew it would be his last. The war had claimed everything—his comrades, his home, his hope. Yet, as he stood there, surrounded by the carnage of men and metal, he smiled at the rising sun one last time, whispering a silent farewell.

When he fell, it was not the darkness he feared but that he would never again see the morning light he so dearly loved. And so, the sun rose, as it always did, indifferent to the lives it touched and the dreams it buried.

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