From the east.

-Don’t forget your goal. When you came here, you had things clear, but now I see you and I realize that every single part of you is a chaos. When did you lost your beauty?

The wind blew from the east, against the current of the words.

-Let me do. I had a look around me and I understood that what I really want to be is a unbiased observer.

 

 

 

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