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Slowly and gradually returning to the world of the living from the realm of blissful meditative bliss, Genza finally shifts his gaze from the ceiling to Cinnamon, who is snoring softly beside him. Her warmth and softness complemented his energy and firmness for a while, and vice versa, thus fulfilling their role in the naturally ordained balance of the universe. A rather unpleasant thought flashed through his mind that, as always, few survive an encounter with a python unscathed, and it had exhausted her even more than a long journey, but he dismissed it before it could take hold. It was just a fleeting manifestation of an innate, vulgar instinct, but in reality, he remembered and cherished each of these moments in his life, always marveling and feeling grateful to the fairer sex for the opportunity to find something attractive and trustworthy in the endless.
Having observed the pleasant curves with serenity one last time and running his hand through the hair spread out on the pillow, he gets up and dresses with the utmost care, so as not to disturb her rest, and then, after a moment of hesitation, writes a note on a page from his travel journal:
Even in the most hopeless and desperate moments, in the face of an insurmountable enemy, I will remember that you are waiting for my poem or song in your honor.
Leaving the message in a prominent place, he lightly touches her forehead with his lips and quietly leaves.
In the current moment, he really didn't want to think about matters and worries, but they won't resolve themselves. First of all, he should look for his friends - he will try to go through their rooms, and if he doesn't find them, he will ask the receptionist.
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