This is War - unvarnished, unyielding.

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Its survivors bear scars both visible and hidden, etched into their very souls. The fallen are swiftly claimed, but the living persists, piecing together the remnant of shattered walls and nurturing gardens scorched by violence. They occupy seats at tables, where vacant chairs echo the absences of those lost. Amid these familiar seats, shadows reside, distorted and grotesque, their silent screams echoing the pain of a world forever scarred. A poignant reminder of wounds that will never fully heal.

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This is war - stark and unyielding.

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Let all who cast their eyes upon war take their place at its table. Bear witness, feel, and inhale its essence, a presence that defies any notion of a game. For war is no mere sport, it is a force with a name, a brutal reality that transcends the boundaries of nations and tongues. We summon this brutal truth to every table, a global assembly. Let every soul sit, partake, and wrestle with its unfathomable presence. Feel its grasp, its relentless grip, a silent scream that refuses to be silenced. Plead for its end, for its cessation.

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Here, within this platform, we unveil the concealed. But meeting it, is more than recognition; it is a challenge to its very source.

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To meet it is to halt its creation.