The Fremen, the native people of Arrakis, are largely misunderstood and underestimated. They are dangerous and have survived for thousands of years in the deep desert. They are fierce, and held in great suspicion.

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You're a slave to history. You fight against the only order that can guarantee the safety of your people.

What do you have to show for yourself? I will bury you so completely, the Earth will turn over a thousand times before your body is dug up.

You can't run, you can't hide! You made this decision long ago!

How does it feel to not have a friendship?

You drove me to this: this death and destruction over friendship.

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I walk where stars forget to shine,
Across the edge of space and time.
A nameless path, no map can show,
Through fire, frost, and cosmic flow.

I've danced with suns in final breath,
And felt the pulse of ancient death.
In galaxies where silence sings,
I trace the birth of stranger things.

Through cracks in all reality,
I slip with quiet clarity.
Where broken worlds and dreams reside,
I find the truths the light can't hide.

The singularity drew me in,
A void, a gate, a breathless spin.
Yet in that fall I did not die—
I shattered, changed, and learned to fly.

And still beyond, I press ahead,
Where none have walked, where stars have bled.
Through echoes of the yet-to-be,
I chase the winds of destiny.

No home, no end, no need to stay—
I am the one who walks away.
Not lost, not bound, but ever free…
A traveler of what must be.

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Ég sit hér einn á hásæti gráu,
Þar sem marmari klofnar, gullið í dáu.
Kóróna mín, einu sinni björt,
Nú brotin, gleymd, týnd í svört.

Engin rödd kallar, engin fáni blaktir,
Aðeins bergmál í himnum vaktir.
Heimurinn snýst, stjörnurnar gleyma,
Tíminn afmáir nöfn sem deyja.

Ég mótaði himin, ég klauf jörð,
Með hendi guðs ég breytti örð.
Samt hverfur allt sem ég hef byggt,
Nafn mitt gleymist, draumur þvingaður þjást.

Vindar gnauða um tómlegar hallir,
Syngja sorgarsöng sem enginn kallar.
Enginn tilbiður, engin saga lifir,
Bara hvísl í regni sem tímann týnir.

Lærið það allir, sem trúa á guði,
Engin eilífð veitir skjólið.
Því tíminn gleypir kóng og sól,
Þar til öll hásæti falla í mold.
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Then out spake brave Horatius,
The Captain of the gate:
"To every man upon this earth
Death cometh soon or late.
And how can man die better,
Than facing fearful odds,
For the ashes of his fathers,
And the temples of his Gods"
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I don't wrong people, they wrong me:

I don’t want to hurt you
But I will if I must!
Don’t you make a sudden move
Don’t you try to run!
If I hear you scream
I’ll be the last thing you see

The Kraken will always hunt you, I don't recommend you go anywhere near water in your lifetime
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