And under the tyrannical oppression of life, there comes a quiet beating of drums. Slowly the double beats become faster, and as it syncs up to the echoes of your heart you pick your head up. There's power in the drum and it's forcing you up; "Slumber no more!" they bellow and as your heart finishes syncing, your feet start to the beat. First one, then the other, and before you know it, the feet hitting the ground has replaced the sound of drums.
One by one, each pound slowly envelopes you and as you lose yourself to the drums, the more you become the master of them. The ground heats up underneath you as the pounding continues; dust fills the air as the dirt on the ground has no chance to settle.
A clap of thunder above the drums prickles the hairs on the back of your neck and as the lightning flashes horizontally over head, you have found your new direction to go forth to.
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