Your decision mad, perhaps by hope, perhaps by despair, you stride into the fog, towards the voices of your comrades. You see shapes in the mist and walk to embrace them.
The last thing you hear is laughter and the crashing of the waves.
You visit your village again from time to time. Those who knew you sometimes claim they heard you or glimpsed your face in the mist. Some even come to dance with you. You are not lonely. Soon your entire village will join you…
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The last thing you hear is laughter and the crashing of the waves.
You visit your village again from time to time. Those who knew you sometimes claim they heard you or glimpsed your face in the mist. Some even come to dance with you. You are not lonely. Soon your entire village will join you…
Your journey has ended - please email the code QT-008