It's called "Blazing Mane."
It's a horse that refuses to be tethered by the earth.
Look at the way it leaps—
Muscles straining, blood burning,
Earth's gravity can't hold it anymore.
That fire—it erupts from between its very bones.
It's not magic; it's the horse's spiritual charge against the sky.
When I made it, I believed one thing:
Some lives aren't born to bend down and eat grass.
If you've ever clenched your fist in the night,
You'll understand this fire.
It keeps burning,
Like the unquenched light
Within your own heart.
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It's called "Blazing Mane."
It's a horse that refuses to be tethered by the earth.
Look at the way it leaps—
Muscles straining, blood burning,
Earth's gravity can't hold it anymore.
That fire—it erupts from between its very bones.
It's not magic; it's the horse's spiritual charge against the sky.
When I made it, I believed one thing:
Some lives aren't born to bend down and eat grass.
If you've ever clenched your fist in the night,
You'll understand this fire.
It keeps burning,
Like the unquenched light
Within your own heart.
bronze
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