The Flameborn Stallion

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He was the wild heart beating against the world’s chains

The Flameborn Stallion
 
In the shadow of ancient mountains, where the wind carries the roar of untamed spirits, there lived a stallion unlike any other. His coat was as black as midnight, flowing mane like streaks of fire and moonlight woven together. They called him the Flameborn.
The Flameborn was not just a horse—he was a force of nature, wild and fierce, born from the very blaze that scorched the earth and the quiet strength of the moon’s glow. No bridle could tame him, no rider could hold his spirit. Wherever he ran, the ground seemed to catch fire, and the sky itself bowed to his power.
 
One night, under the watchful eye of a blazing orb, the stallion stood tall and proud, a silent guardian of the wild flame inside every heart that dared to dream beyond limits. His eyes burned with a fierce resolve—reminding all who saw him that true freedom demands courage, that power lies in defiance, and that sometimes, the fiercest souls are forged in fire.
 
He was the wild heart beating against the world’s chains — a legend blazing a path of untamed spirit, fearless and free.
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