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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 92: As wide as the world (1)

Chapter 92: As wide as the world (1)

Amber​‍ is also said​​​ to be a gem that contains‍‍‍ time.

This‌ jewel, which is‌‌ made by hardening⁠ tree sap over⁠⁠⁠ a long period‌ of time, hardens‌‌​ just like the​​​ environment surrounding it,‍​‍ such as leaves​‍ and insects.

“Is‍‍​ it clean?”

[Mmm.]​⁠‍

However,⁠‌ the amber stone​‌ that Vlad held​‌⁠ showed none of‍⁠ that.

You‍⁠ could even see‍​​ a speck of‌​ dust somewhere, but‌⁠ it looked so⁠​⁠ dry you wondered​⁠‍ if it was​‍ amber.

“A‌ field with maples…⁠​⁠ Is this by‍​‍ any chance magic?”‍‌

However,‌ even though nothing⁠⁠⁠ was visible, the​​ amber stone given‍‌‍ by Alicia clearly‌​‍ contained time.

This‍ is because the‌‍ amber seen in⁠⁠ the world of⁠‍‌ the voices contained‍‍‍ the tranquil landscape‌ of an autumn‌ day.

[I​‌‌ don’t even know‍‌⁠ how to get‌‍⁠ there.]

If⁠⁠ you look closely,⁠​ you’ll feel as⁠‌‌ if you’re standing‍ there.

Inside​ the jewel was​‌‌ a landscape of‍ reeds swaying in‌ the wind under‍‍ red maple trees.​

“This‍ doesn’t make sense…”​⁠

Right⁠ eye, left eye.⁠

Vlad,​ who took turns⁠​ opening his eyes,‌ couldn’t help but‍‍​ put on an​ incomprehensible expression at‍‌ the appearance of⁠ the amber stone,‍‍‌ which changed significantly​ depending on the‌‍ world he was​​ looking at.

“Anyway,​ it might have​‌ something to do‌⁠​ with the elves.”⁠

[I‍⁠ believe so too.]‌​

Even⁠⁠ if an inexperienced​ boy and a voice without memories‍ tried to understand⁠ it, they wouldn’t​ find an answer.‌

In⁠ the end, Vlad‍​​ thought he would⁠ only discover the​ exact reason by‍‍⁠ turning to the‌‍⁠ elves who had​‌‌ given him this‍‌‌ jewel.

“It’s​‌ very far, but…”‍​

Vlad,⁠⁠ who had promised‍ to find the‌‌ memory of the‍ voice, has now​‍‌ found a new​ clue.

And⁠‌⁠ the place pointed‌ to by the‍ clue was the‍ eastern part of⁠ the empire, where⁠‌ the forest of⁠‌ the elves was‍⁠ located.

Knock,‌ knock, knock

Vlad,‍‍‌ who had been⁠⁠ thinking for a while about how‍ he could reach⁠ the forest of‌ the elves, turned​​‌ his head when​ he suddenly heard⁠ a knock.

It‌​ wasn’t the sound‌‍ of someone knocking​⁠⁠ on the door,‌⁠​ but the sound​‌ of someone knocking‌ with their mouth.⁠​‍

“What’s‌‌⁠ up.”

Vlad​⁠ hurriedly hid in⁠​​ his arms the‍ amber stone he‌⁠‍ had received from⁠‌‌ Alicia and opened‌​ the door.

Outside‍‌‌ the door, a red-haired girl holding‌‍‌ a pile of⁠ dirty clothes as‌​​ big as her‍​ body looked at​‍‍ Vlad.

“…Is‌⁠‌ anyone there?”

Zemina⁠⁠⁠ stood in the⁠⁠ hallway, surveying Vlad’s⁠‍ room with a sad look.

Although‌ the scene seemed⁠ like some sort​​ of inspection, Vlad⁠⁠ was briefly surprised,​⁠ but soon found​ himself obliged to‌ pick up the​‍ heaps of clothes​‍ thrown at him.⁠⁠

“Why‌​ are you like‌‍​ this?”

Zemina‌​‍ quickly looked around⁠​‍ the hallway, ignoring‌​ the question she‌​ was hearing, and⁠​ after confirming that‌ there was no‌ one outside, quickly​ pushed Vlad inside‍‍‍ and closed the‌ door.

“Why​ should our voices‍​ be heard if​ there’s no one​‍ here?”

Vlad’s​‍ voice flowed through⁠‌‍ the silent hallway⁠⁠​ with no one⁠​‌ around, as if‌ he were talking​ to someone.

However,‌​​ now that Zemina‌⁠‌ realized that there‌‌‌ was only one⁠⁠ person in the‌⁠⁠ room and not‍‌⁠ two, she was‌ looking at Vlad‌‍ with her eyes‍‌⁠ wide open.

“Do‍‍‍ you still talk‌⁠ to ghosts?”

“…”​⁠

Vlad‍ wanted to say‌ no, but the‌‌‌ moment he looked⁠‍⁠ Zemina in the​‌⁠ eyes, he couldn’t.‌​

In⁠⁠ my whole life,‌⁠‌ there have been⁠⁠ more days when⁠​ I knew about‌‌⁠ Zemina than days​‌ when I didn’t.​

The‌​ two people who‍‍ were falling down‍⁠​ from the bottom​⁠‌ were friends, comrades,⁠ and sometimes even​ accomplices.

“…It’s‌‍‌ not a ghost.”‌

That’s‍​ why Vlad couldn’t⁠​‌ hide anything from‌​ Zemina.

She‌⁠​ was the person‌‌⁠ who had seen‍⁠‌ Vlad closer than⁠‍ anyone else in​⁠ the world.

Long‌ ago, and even‍​‍ now.

“…Move‌⁠ your room.”

“Where​⁠ to?”

“To‍​ the end of‌​ the hallway.”

With⁠ those words, Zemina‍​ sat on the​ bed and let​‍ out a small​⁠ sigh.

“Then‌‍​ I’ll go to⁠⁠ the room next‍ door.”

Zemina‍‍⁠ pushed Vlad to​​ the end of‍ the hallway and​⁠‌ told him she​⁠⁠ would take the​ room next door.‌

So⁠‌‌ that no one⁠‍‌ would notice that⁠​⁠ Vlad was talking‍ to a sinister​​ being.

Zemina​‍ now said she​ was willing to‌‍‌ become an accomplice.‌

“Are⁠‍⁠ you really okay?”⁠

“…Eh.”‌‌‌

A look full of‍⁠‍ concern penetrated Vlad’s⁠⁠⁠ eyes.

Even​​ without saying a word, Vlad could‍ read Zemina’s sincere‍‍ intentions.

“Take⁠‍‍ care. You can’t​⁠​ hide anymore.”

A boy from an‌⁠ alleyway whom no‌​‍ one paid attention‍​ to could easily‍​ slip into the‌⁠‍ darkness, but the⁠​‍ Bayezid knight, Mr.‌ Vlad, couldn’t.

Now⁠ that Vlad had​‌​ become a knight,​ he had become​‌ someone who attracted‌ people’s attention wherever⁠‍ he went.

“You​⁠​ should go to‌‍ church.”

However,​‌‌ whether he was⁠⁠⁠ a boy from‍‌⁠ a dilapidated alleyway‍​ or a shining‌ knight, Vlad was⁠‍ always the one​‌‌ in the girl’s‍‍ concerns.

“Zemina.”⁠

“What’s​ up?”

Vlad​ took out a small bag from‌‍​ his chest and‌ called Zemina, who‌‌ was about to‌ leave.

The‍‍ first salary I received in my‌ life.

When‍​ Vlad received it‌‌‌ from Bordan’s hands,​ the first thing‌ that came to⁠​‍ his mind was‌ a red-haired girl.‍

“Is‍‌ there something you​​ want? I’ll buy⁠‌ you something.”

Even‌‌ if the value‌‍ of 1 gold‍⁠‍ is the same,​​ the meaning is⁠‌ different.

It‍⁠​ may be money‍‍‌ that can be⁠​ easily given to‍​ a rich person,​‌ but for a poor person it⁠‍ can mean everything.‍‍​

“What‌⁠‍ do you wish‌‍​ for?”

And⁠​ that day, the​​​ girl who was‍ in the blacksmith’s​‌​ shop gave up⁠‍ everything she had‌ and gave Vlad​ a sword.

Although⁠‌ it was a sword worth 5 gold, for Zemina‌⁠​ it was money‍⁠ that she spent‌⁠‍ on everything she⁠‌‌ could, including her​ present and future.⁠

“Take‌ care. Idiot.”

However,‌‌‌ Zemina didn’t expect‍‍​ anything in return​‌​ from Vlad.

Because​‍ everyone knew that‌⁠⁠ the shiny gold​ coins the boy​ had in his‌‍ hand were the‌​ price of his‍‍‌ life.

“Why‌ don’t you take‍‌‌ care of yourself​ and that team?”‍‌

With⁠ those words, Zemina‍​​ returned the pile⁠ of dirty clothes​‌‌ and went out​‌ into the hallway​ again.

The‍‍ piles of dirty‌‍​ clothes seemed difficult‌ to handle for‍ her small body,⁠ but Zemina simply⁠‌ walked through the⁠‌ hallway and down​ the stairs without​ the slightest hesitation.‍

“…”‍

Some‍ awaited it, others‌ demanded it.

However,‌‍ the girl expected‌⁠‍ nothing and simply​ cared.

“Just⁠ ask for something.”‌‌

Favor⁠‌ without compensation is‍⁠‌ too heavy.

That’s⁠ why Vlad always​⁠⁠ felt indebted to⁠​ Zemina.

***‍

The⁠‌ lively smile of‍‍‌ a Rose.

Although​‌⁠ the sun had⁠ not yet set,‍ Marcella’s inn was⁠ as lively as‍‌ ever.

“Business‍‌‍ is good.”

“This‍‍‍ is the only​‌‌ place I can‍ go to right​‍ now.”

Rose’s‍​⁠ Smile, which used‍‍‌ to be a guesthouse but is⁠ now an elegant​‍ inn.

Marcella​ opted for this⁠ radical change in‌‍‌ her business because‌ she had confidence‌ in it.

“We’ll‌​ all warm up‍​​ here before we​⁠ get serious.”

A young man who​⁠ has enjoyed nightlife⁠ from an early‌​‌ age.

People⁠ who want to‍ have fun but​​ don’t want to⁠‍ delve too deeply.‍⁠

Marcella​‌⁠ saw the potential‌​⁠ for a new⁠ business and generously‌​‍ applied her skills​​‌ to create a new rose smile.‍

“Aren’t‍‍‌ there enough people?‌‍ Is someone looking‍ for a fight?”⁠

“A⁠‌ fight?”

Marcella‌‌ chuckled at Vlad’s‌⁠‌ innocent question.

The⁠‌ boy in front‍​ of me still‍ didn’t know his‌‌ whereabouts.

“Who⁠⁠​ would dare?”

The‌​ reason she was⁠⁠ able to boldly‍‌ pursue business as‍ she did now‌‌‍ without the protection‌​ of an organization‍‌ was because she‌​ had a reliable⁠‌ backup.

“Who‍ would dare argue‌ here with the‍‍ Knight of Soara?”⁠

“I’m‍​ glad I helped.”‍‍

“So‍ I won’t charge​ you for the‍‍​ inn.”

Marcella⁠ looked at Vlad,‌ who was leaning‍ his arm on‍⁠‌ the railing and⁠⁠‍ looking down at‌‌ the first floor.​​‍

I definitely thought he‍ would be big,⁠ but I really⁠ didn’t expect him​ to be on‌ such a different​ level as he⁠​‍ is now.

“Take‌ him.”

“Who?”‌⁠‌

The‍‍ boy has become​⁠⁠ a man and‌‍ now looks at‌‍‍ a bigger world.‍‍

If​ so, someone will‌‍ have to support⁠‍⁠ you.

“It​ was a waste​​ of his size‍ to have him‌​​ in our store‍⁠ where he doesn’t‍ fight.”

Marcella‌⁠​ laughed and nodded‍⁠ towards somewhere on​ the first floor​ with the tip‍‌‍ of her chin.⁠

The​⁠‌ Rose Entrance smile.⁠​⁠

There​‌‌ stood a black,⁠⁠ burly man, with⁠‌ his arms crossed.‍‌

“Since‍‍‌ I fed him⁠​ well, he gained‍ some muscle.”

“Are‌‍ you okay?”

Even⁠‌ if the alley‌‍ bosses don’t mess⁠ with you, the⁠‍‌ presence of a strong man will‍ be necessary.

This​​​ was a place‌⁠ where alcohol was‍​ sold, and an‍ unexpected situation could​‌ occur at any​ moment.

“There‌​ are many kids‌⁠ who want to​ be on guard.”​

However,​‍ there are probably‍‌‌ few people in‌‌ the alleys who‌‌‌ have a deeper⁠​ connection with Vlad​ than the dark-skinned‍⁠‍ man over there.​

Marcella,⁠ who knew this,‌‌ had no regrets‍ at all about⁠​​ giving Otar away.⁠⁠⁠

“As​​‍ long as you‌⁠‌ stay at our‍ inn from now⁠⁠ on, you’re free‍‌ to take whatever⁠​ you want.”

“I‍‍ will.”

No‌‍ matter how deep​‍ your relationship is,‍‌ if you trust‍ it, eventually you’ll‌‍ get tired.

Marcella,​⁠​ who knew this⁠‍⁠ well, was willing‍‌ to invest any‌‍​ amount of money⁠‍ to secure a connection with Vlad.⁠

“If‌‍ there’s anyone you‍⁠ want to work​⁠⁠ with, feel free‌​ to bring them‍ in. There are‍ plenty of rooms‍ on the fourth‍‍⁠ floor.”

A give-and-take relationship.

Marcella⁠‍ was saying she⁠⁠‌ would provide Rose’s​ Smile as a base for a knight named Vlad.​​‌

“It’s​ a good deal.”⁠⁠

The​‌ knight of the‌ last remaining courtesans​ smiled at Madame,⁠‌ who was no​‌ longer a prostitute.​⁠

Now​ you can protect​‍‍ someone without having⁠‍ to wield a sword.

That‌​ was what Vlad‌‍​ liked most after‍‍⁠ he became a knight.

***‍⁠

Where​‍​ the sun sets​⁠⁠ in the city.‍‍

Feeling‍ the air change⁠‌ slightly, Vlad walked‍​⁠ towards the pier.‌⁠

“It’s​​‍ a bit of​⁠ a waste.”

[The​‍‍ more expensive it‌⁠ is for people,​‍‍ the better.]

There‍‌ were a total‌‍ of three bottles⁠​ of whiskey that⁠ Joseph gave Vlad⁠‌ to commemorate his⁠ appointment as a knight.

One​ bottle of whiskey⁠ has already been‌⁠‍ used in the​‌ white snake, so‌‍‌ there are only⁠ two bottles of​ whiskey left.

Vlad‌ was currently on⁠‌ his way to‍‌‌ Captain Hoover’s headquarters⁠​ with one of‌⁠ those bottles.

The‌‌⁠ smell of fish⁠ from the water⁠‌ that came in​ with the cold‍ river wind.

The‌​ smell of dried⁠‍​ fish floating everywhere.⁠

It‍⁠‍ can’t be said‍ to be a very pleasant smell,⁠‌ but when Vlad​ smelled it, he​‍​ actually felt comfortable.​

“Nothing‌ has changed here.”⁠

Being​‍​ someone you can⁠ trust is truly‍⁠‌ valuable.

Whenever‌⁠ he was tired​​‍ or worried about‌​ something, Vlad always‍ passed by this​ place.

Because‌​ at the end⁠⁠ of this street‍‌ was a brown-haired‍‌ man who always​‌‌ welcomed him.

“Let‍‌‌ me in.”

“Yes?⁠‌​ Yes. Yes, that’s⁠​‌ correct. Sir.”

Vlad‌​⁠ passed by the⁠⁠⁠ gatekeeper, who looked⁠‍‌ at him sheepishly,‌‍ and entered a narrow hallway, stepping‌‍ on creaky wooden​ boards.

The‍‍​ end of the​⁠⁠ increasingly narrow hallway.⁠​‍

The⁠⁠‌ door that was‍‍⁠ hanging there in​​ poor condition was⁠‌⁠ where Vlad was‌‌ headed.

“Is‌‌ anyone there?”

“Eh?”​​

The​ person inside seemed‌ surprised by the‍‌ sudden sound of⁠‍ words and he‌ heard the sound‌‌‌ of a chair‍‌‌ being pulled away.‌⁠​

Drip,⁠‍‌ drip, drip.

Although‌ it was a small room, the⁠ owner couldn’t leave​ after a month.‍‍​

“What’s‌​ up? Vlad.”

His‍​ face grew paler‌‌​ than when I last saw him​‌​ and he smiled​ at the customer⁠‍ who came after‌⁠‍ a long time.⁠‌

“It’s​‍⁠ nothing special.”

Vlad‍‌‌ shook the whiskey‌‍ bottle he held‍‍ with an ironic⁠​ smile upon seeing⁠‍ Harven, who seemed‍‍​ to dry up‍ every time he‍ saw him.

“I‌⁠ was thinking of​ returning the money‍​ to the Captain‌​ that I received‍ last time.”

“Oh⁠ oh.”

Just‌​‍ by the sound‍ of the splash,‍ Harven could tell‌ that the whiskey​ Vlad was holding‌ was not an‌ ordinary item.

A customer who arrived​ after a long​‍​ time had in‍​ his hand a valuable item, so‍‌⁠ it was impossible‌‍ to refuse.

“Come‍‍​ in quickly. Hurry‌⁠‌ up.”

Vlad,‌‌​ who entered the‍⁠​ room under Harven’s‌​⁠ guidance, let out​‌ a small sigh‍⁠ when he saw​⁠ his study, which‌ was no different‍​⁠ from before.

Harven’s‌‌ study is so​ small that barely​​ fit a desk‌‌ and a chair.​​

Perhaps​⁠‍ because it was⁠⁠ right next to‍ the river, the⁠⁠ place smelled of⁠⁠ fish, but still⁠‍‌ there was no​‌ better place for⁠⁠​ Harven, who was​ disabled.

“They⁠‌​ say they don’t‌ hunt black-furred animals,⁠ but blonde fur⁠ is different.”

“What⁠​ are you saying⁠‌ now?”

After‌ clearing away the‍‍ stacks of papers‌ piled up here​‌ and there, Harven​⁠ satisfied his appetite⁠ and quickly created​ a place to‍‍ have a drink.‌⁠

“Have‍​‍ you finished your‍‌ work?”

“Work​⁠​ never ends. It⁠​ just continues.”

Harven⁠ uncorked the bottle‌ with words filled‍‌‍ with the hardships​ of life and​ pulled out a dusty glass that⁠ had been in​ a corner.

“Wait​‌ a second.”

Harven⁠ is wiping a chipped wooden cup‌​‍ with his jacket.⁠‍‍

Still,‍‌ Harven, who gave‌ Vlad the most⁠‌‌ appealing glass as‌ a guest, poured⁠ the whiskey with⁠ a smile.

“Well.‍ Well. What’s going‌ on now? I’m⁠ not asking you‌ to lend me​‌ money.”

“That’s​‌ not all.”

Seeing​ Harven happy even⁠⁠ with a bottle‌​ of whiskey, Vlad‍‍ felt a bitter⁠‌⁠ taste in his​ mouth.

Because‌ he knew very⁠​⁠ well that he‌ wasn’t the kind‌‌⁠ of person who​ deserved to be⁠ here with such⁠​ a sorry appearance.‍‍​

“Even⁠ today it’s like​⁠ this. Are you‍‍ looking at navigation‌⁠ methods, constellations, or⁠‍​ something like that?”‍⁠⁠

“Oh​ that?”

Harven,‍⁠ who finally had‌​​ a sip of​⁠ whiskey, happily frowned‌ and looked at‍‌ Vlad.

“I‌ stopped doing that.”‌

“…Why?”​

No​ matter how hard​​ you try to‍⁠ shine, if no‍ one looks at⁠ you, eventually you‍​ will wither and‌⁠‍ die.

Because‍‌ not everyone can⁠ seize the opportunities⁠ presented to them​​ like Vlad.

“Who‌‍ would hire a disabled person as‍ a navigator? No​ matter how you​ look at it,⁠ it’s impossible to‍​‍ get there.”

Harven,‍ who didn’t even‌‍‌ have the qualifications‌ to dream, was⁠​ also fading away‌‍ in this narrow‌ room.

“…You‌‍‌ said you wanted​ to go on‍ a ship.”

The‍ smell of the​‌ river still passes‌⁠ through my nose.⁠‌

Harven​‍‌ was a person‍‌ who dreamed of‍‍‍ someday escaping from‌ here and taking⁠ a boat to‍ a distant place.⁠

“This‌ is enough. A person must know‌ their limit.”

However,‍‍ Harven’s dream ended⁠ up trapped in⁠‍ a narrow room‍‍‍ at the end⁠ of a dark⁠⁠⁠ hallway.

The​ weight of reality⁠ has always prevented⁠ dreaming.

“…Yes?”‌

Although​‍⁠ we dream, not⁠‍⁠ everyone can achieve​ it.

No⁠ matter how hard‌⁠​ you try, you​ won’t be able‌‌​ to have it‍​ unconditionally.

Vlad‍⁠ knew this well,⁠ so he didn’t​‍​ tell Harven anything.‍

This​⁠ is not Harven’s​ fault.

“Here’s‍⁠ where the mistake‌⁠‌ lies.”

“Eh?”‍⁠​

Harven’s​ eyes widened as‍⁠‌ he saw Vlad‍ suddenly stand up,⁠‌‌ refusing to drink.‌

“What’s‍‌ wrong?”

“…”‍​

A bird kept in‍ a cage for⁠⁠ too long forgets​⁠‍ how to fly.‍

People​ who have been‌‍ trapped for a long time in‌‍⁠ a narrow and​‌ dark place also​ forget their potential.‍⁠⁠

You‍⁠‌ can’t say that⁠‍⁠ the blame lies‍‍​ only with them.‌‌‍

Burst!​ Burst!

“Vlad!”⁠‌

While​‌‍ Harven shouted, Vlad‍⁠ began to kick⁠ around.

Creak!⁠​ Creak!

“Hey.‍ Hey!”

“It’s‌‌⁠ all their fault!”‍‌

The‌​ same walls that⁠ block Harven and​‌ the river.

These⁠​‌ bastards, which could‌⁠ break with a single kick, have‍‍ been devouring Harven’s​⁠‌ dreams.

“All‌‌​ of this is⁠ wrong!”

Hit⁠ it with the‌‍ scabbard and kick​​ it down.

So​​ Vlad began to​⁠ knock down the​ walls that imprisoned⁠ poor Harven without​ stopping.

Creak!‌ Creak!

If‍​‌ you can’t do‍​‌ it, I’ll do​ it for you.⁠

Because‌‍ you also did⁠ it to me.‍‌

Because‌‍⁠ it showed me‌ that the goal⁠ was up there​‌ so that they​‌ wouldn’t be devoured​ by the darkness⁠ of the alleys.‌‌

“Vlad…!”‌‍

With​‍⁠ a loud noise,​ Harven’s room was‍ getting bigger and⁠ bigger.

Disability‌⁠‌ and reality. Using⁠⁠ them as walls,⁠‌ Vlad was tearing⁠ down the walls​⁠‌ that trapped poor‌‍‌ Harven.

“You’re⁠‍ crazy! Stop!”

Harven​‌ shouted in panic​‌ as the reality⁠‍‍ he had worked​‌ so hard to‌​ establish shattered, but‌‍ Vlad didn’t stop.⁠‍⁠

No,⁠‌ he had no‍ intention of stopping‌‍‍ ever.

Thanks​‍ to his efforts,‍​ Harven let Vlad‌‌ know that there⁠ was another world.​⁠

If​ it weren’t for‌‍⁠ the world that​⁠‍ Harven taught him,⁠‌ Vlad would never‍⁠ have dreamed of‌ becoming a knight.⁠⁠

“I​⁠‌ can finally see‍⁠ it now!”

This⁠‌⁠ was a place​ where there were​⁠ no stars.

That’s‌‍ why Vlad had⁠ to destroy Harven’s‍‌‍ walls.

Because‌‌ he thought he​‌‍ was a person‍​‌ who deserved to​⁠⁠ dream.

“…”‌‍​

Harven⁠⁠⁠ saw a ray‌ of light shining​​‍ over Vlad’s shoulder,‍‌ who was breathing‍ heavily.

A red light that‌​​ not even the​‌‍ rising dust could⁠​‌ block.

The​‍ Soara River was​‌ there, tinted red​ by the sunset.⁠‍‍

The‌​​ river wind blowing.‍⁠​

Documents⁠​ flying in all‌​‍ directions following the‌ wind.

The‌‌⁠ realities that had‍⁠⁠ been delaying Harven‌‌​ for so long‌⁠⁠ were being taken​‍‌ away by the​‌ wind.

“…It’s​‌​ refreshing.”

The⁠ river was still‍ there.

You​ just forgot what​ you dreamed.

Harven⁠ took a sip‍​ of the whiskey‍‌⁠ he held along​‍‍ with the cold⁠ winter wind.

I felt like my‌ head was getting‍⁠ drunk, but my⁠ soul was waking‌‌ up.

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