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Today I had a dream about my friend, the good wizard.
He came into my dream only to run away, with his dark-haired girl, and I was travelling after them through the sunlit land (looking a lot like the Grazelands in Morrowind, but very realistic). The purpose of this journey wasn’t clear to me, but I followed them anyway. The Summer was sweet and warm, but I was sad nevertheless. They were so uncatchable and they hated my presence. I stayed behind and felt paralyzed.
I woke up feeling cold. I miss the Summer. I wish I could be the Black Cat in my dreams, to follow people when they don’t wish another person around.
