Cold and bloodied, The Harvester desperately sows the earth. Day after day, night after night. But the earth yields no crops. The Harvester does not let his countless failures stop him from continuing this routine in vain. He will not lose hope. One day, a seed will sprout. Something. Anything.
The Harvester will not lose hope. Any day, a seed will sprout. Something. Anything.
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