The warrior stepped into his home. His head up, shoulders proud, and straight back. Though with following steps his stride became looser. Upon entering his room, he shed all armor and belongings. When he stretched his neck, cracks and pops filled the room. Free of any excess, he proceeded to his chamber, silence welcoming him. His proud posture melted as he walked to sit down, becoming jelly once seated. As silence embraced him, he embraced it back. His wound muscles relaxed into noodles. His head, once high, now hung like laundry and eyes that remained vigilant were now closed. The warrior sat in silence in his chamber. And rested.
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