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You are iron, harsh and unyielding.
You are fire, that which burns fierce and fast, that which engulfs everything it touches with a single-mindedness that borders on terrifying, with greedy, barely contained fury.

Well, I am water and sand.
I flow endlessly, and have no concrete form - I take on the shape of that which traps me, encases me.
Water rusts iron, and extinguishes fire.

 Sand does nothing for iron, and if met with a fire that holds enough heat may be turned into glass - however glass is pretty but fragile, and does little more than to serve as a piece of decoration.

Tell me, then.
How are fire and iron, and water and sand, to meet?

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