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I did not see glimmers of hope where others did. Sunlight, white flowers, chirping songbirds. They seemed instead a mockery, a false encouragement. I saw only fire and blood and despair, heard screams and cries and falling stone. No measure of sunlight or flowers or birdcalls could override the wretched reality. I learned that such signs were for the superstitious, for they yielded nothing. So I heeded them not, for hope had left the world. It had left me. Now, with death rushing to meet me, I see hope in the light, where I had seen none for so long.