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| From now on, and forevermore, you are a wind merchant. |
You are the most whimsical magical merchant, appearing to passionate and searching souls. You fly to your clients on your own snow-white wings, gusts of wind tousle your hair, and an unquenchable fire of freedom and defiance burns in your eyes. No one dares to stand in your way. You find your own customers, just as eccentric as you are. To some, you grant a gentle breeze, lightly caressing their face; to others, a warm southern wind, softly carrying them on its gusts; and to others, a raging hurricane, sweeping everything in its path. Each of your customers grows wings, on which they can soar with the wind at their back; all the wings are different, from transparent dragonfly wings to enormous, spiky dragon wings. Your customers, as a rule, abandon everything and fly headlong into the unknown. In return, you take their memories, not all of them, but only some parts, and pour them into a huge crystal vial, which, when it is full, you throw into the very heart of the ocean and then go to order a new one. Many of your clients crash against the rocks very soon, and many disappear in an unknown direction, and only the wind sometimes carries their ecstatic cries. As for you, you don't dream of anything; you already have everything you need: wings, wind, and freedom.  |
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I would be a strange person if I combined all the results of my tests... :D
А, вот почему.
🏹🎪+⛓️♿=💕
🏹🎪+⛓️♿=💕