gpt
Woman:  At some point, the woman stood up, brushed the mud off her dirty knees, and started running again. Leaping into the midst of the people who were still continuing to fight, punching their faces and screaming. "Stop fighting. Look at the sky. Listen to the wind. Smell the flowers. Live with your family, your lovers."
human
Narrator:  Hearing her voice, for the first time, a disturbance ran through the battlefield. A fist that could split the ground, a kick that whistled through the air, they saved people. Wounds closed over, screams stopped, knees buckled at the warmth, and battle lost its meaning. Life returned to normal, and the lamentations disappeared from the battlefield. The people’s tears stopped. The people thanked the woman. Calling out, waving their hands, smiling, but by that time, she was no longer anywhere to be seen. Naturally. There were still things she needed to do. She did not have time to look back, she did not have a reason to stop. She wanted a world where no one cried, where there was no conflict, where nothing was stolen. Running, running, always running, the woman kept swinging her fists. Until all the tears stopped, until the hot tears running down her own cheeks stopped. —The Witch of Wrath ignited her rage at the existence of sadness and continued charging forward.