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I'm heading towards the caravan. There's nothing left in my flask. I reach the caravan, but there are no people, only camels. I call out, maybe someone will hear me. A camel heard me.
- Mbeeeeeeeeee.... - it bleated, like a sheep. Well, now the hallucinations have started. The caravan disappears. A mirage... I walk for another whole day. The sun seems determined to make me into a roast. Eventually, I collapse from exhaustion and thirst.
I woke up sitting on a camel. I was tied to it. Apparently, I was picked up by slave traders. Well, let's see what happens next.
