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In the wake of the fire, the morning light reveals what remains. Beneath the smoke,

the heart of the city still beats, quiet but unbroken. Hands that once

crafted bronze now shape the earth into walls. Every beam of wood and every

layer of mud is a testament to a spirit that cannot be conquered.

The stories are our foundation. Under the ancient trees, the elders pass

the torch of memory to the young, ensuring our history outlives the ashes.

We remember those we lost. Their names are the wind in our sails and

the strength in our backs as we build a future from the ruins.