As the morning mist washes the face of the earth, and blends the scars of aging wounds, the stars, two of each kind, board the vessel and set on their journey. They travel light with nothing but dreams for luggage and determination to create galaxies where they choose to land. With the strike of the silent bell, the vessel floats on the bloody river. This river is easy despite that it bleeds upwards against the nature that marked its path. It is the river of abundance. The travellers keep their eyes fixed on the white sands along the river, waiting to be met by a calling from the stretches around. And when the calling finds its way to a couple, the vessel comes to a brief rest. The couple reach their destination where their new story begins.
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