Resurrection of the Stranger

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With every step he took in the heart of the desert, he wished he could turn back, but he knew that what he was about to do was the only way. After an hour of exhausting walking, he finally stopped, breathing deeply and gazing at the sky, which appeared like a painting in the muted colors of sunset. He began to remove his clothes, feeling the cold air send shivers down his spine. Then he bit his hand hard until it began to bleed. With drops of blood, he drew a circle on the sand and whispered vague words, his lips trembling: "Renewed from the oath of the unknown night, it opens the door of imagination and does not perceive the seasons..." The ground shook violently beneath his feet, throwing him onto the cold sand. He closed his eyes, wishing that all of this was nothing but a nightmare.