(The stage is dimly lit. A solitary figure stands at the edge of a cliff, looking at the first rays of dawn breaking across the horizon. Their voice trembles with a mix of urgency and revelation.)
Do you see it? The sky—blushing with the first kiss of sunlight. Do you feel it? The world, still wrapped in the hush of slumber… oblivious… unprepared. And yet, here I am, awake before the rest. Alone, yet alive with purpose.
They say patience is virtue, that timing favors the cautious. But I have learned the truth, harsh and unrelenting: the world rewards the swift, the daring, the vigilant. Those who wait, who linger in the comfort of hesitation, they wake… too late. Too late to grasp opportunity as it slips through their fingers like mist.
I have seen it—the moment when the timid arrive, their eyes wide with longing, only to find the feast already taken. And I, I who dared to rise before the dawn, I hold in my hands the spoils that others dreamed of. Power, progress, promise… all gifted to the one who moves first.
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