Every day, every few minutes: battle.
It is not a balanced fight. Each time the opposing sides rush each other, there is a strong faction and a weak one. I am not King Leonidas but I encourage the morale of my fellow warriors. It’s a subtle game: showing strength in the face of unavoidable destruction.
Wave after wave of enemies flood the turn and if you’re not careful, if you’re not quick and cunning, you may get beaten twice in one morning. The riders above show no mercy. Their strength is the inertia of their numbers.
Until Spring unveils her bosom of light, we will remain below; trapped in this frozen anus jockeying for the best position on the transport vessels to another battle in another station.
Oh, but if I could only cry out to both sides! I would join them in an alliance worthy of the majestic underground pythons we ride so thanklessly. It does not have to be this way! We could form lines and be patient and maybe even delay the train from leaving without our fellow man………
A dream that will never be made manifest.
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