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Hear me! Last time, we faltered. We clung to stone, afraid to touch the living desert. No worm came to us—because we were not ready.

But now we are ready. Next time, we carry our maker hooks. We step boldly onto the dunes. When the worm rises, we will not flee. We will climb, we will strike, and we will ride.

Sharpen your will. Hold fast your courage. We gather where stone ends and sand begins. This time, the worm will be ours.