Prologue

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The early morning sun cast a golden hue over the sleepy town, its rays filtering through the buildings and dancing on the pavement. Vee skated down the quiet streets, the rhythmic sound of his skateboard wheels breaking the serene silence. The fresh morning air filled his lungs, invigorating him with each breath. As he approached a familiar curb, Vee effortlessly kicked the tail of his board, executing a smooth ollie that carried him over the obstacle. The trick was seamless, a testament to his skill and countless hours of practice. As he neared the hideout, the building stood bathed in the soft morning light, its ivy-covered walls glistening with dew. Vee's calm and steady presence was a comforting sight, a promise of another day of adventure and camaraderie with his fellow friends.

Outside the walls, the slowly rising sun intensifies the heat of the dry desert with each passing minute. The dunes casting long shadows, adding an eerie glow to the desolate landscape. The air shimmers with the growing warmth, distorting the horizon in a mirage-like effect. The ground is hot and dry, and the scent of sand and heat permeates the atmosphere, creating an surreal and almost otherworldly scene.

Taking a pause, Vee ponders what tday will become.

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