Title: वैकल्पिक

Text: I felt the currents move. The grains of sand whispered against each other. His wings were lifting. The darkness around us shimmered with clouds of his gilded blood. Beneath my feet were the bones of a thousand years. I thought: I cannot bear this world a moment longer. "Then, child, make another." प्रत्येक पराग्राफले परीक्षण हुनेछ।

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