EPISODE SIXTEEN

D R E A M W O R L D

M I N A T O'S P O V

I have walked for a long time, and at this point, I am standing in a place, a region where I can see a camp. I hope that my eyes are not deceiving me. Because if there are deceiving me, I will have to keep walking.

But if by chance this turns out not to be an illusion, I will be able to go ahead into the camp and try to speak to the people that live there. Maybe there can help give me a space to rest my head, and maybe some water to drink or food to eat.

I walk barefooted as I stroll down the pile of sands that leads into the depression where the camp is sited. There are about 50 tents of different colors, and this is just the ones my eyes can reach. I have no idea if there are more, but this count goes for the one that my eyes can see from my vantage point.

Some more time walking, and I reach my destination. The first tent I meet is the one that appears to be the largest. This seems to belong to someone of a higher status, maybe the one
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