The trail leaving a mark on sand, ignite a curious mind to probe the reason, for which it was made. After all the footprints do seem to go on forever.

And yet he couldn’t find the source, as for all he knew, was that the trail never ended. He was tired and on the back of his mind was thinking of giving up on this stupid quest, yet something within was forcing him to continue it.

All the extra effort certainty didn’t help as he could never find the source. “This seem endless”, he cried. He was tired and thirsty. But suddenly he forgot where he was and how he came here. He saw a figure emerging from a distance.

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