✨🔥As the cold mist of the Pacific Ocean sweeps over the century-old pine forests, and as the snowline of Mount Rainier is edged with the gold of twilight, the roar of the twelve men awakens in the veins of Seattle.
🥃🦅This is not a glass of wine, but a concentrated tide—in every drop of amber light dwells a sleepless city and a flock of sea eagles that tremble the earth.
🌟💖This toast is not to vain victories, but only to the sweat-soaked grass, to every second of perseverance despite injury, to the sky-ripping roar of a desperate comeback. It is meant to be drunk in the ecstasy of victory, but even more so to quietly ignite the hope for the next season in the silent nights of the season.
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