Winding Chaos
The night was dark, except for the moon shimmering on the lake, and the North star that showed the way for some lost soul. From far away, one could hear the wolves howling, the smell of fear lingered around the soul. The rest just a brooding silence ..... Suddenly, warm winds swirled around the soul, from all directions it blew, colliding as one, the North star now unseen in the debris. In the middle of natures winding chaos, the soul was totally lost ...........
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