The winds sang. The poor miserable anxious side crying, getting wet by the rain. The trees danced with the melody of the winds. There was a sudden silence, where everything stopped. "Virgil?" The anxious side looked everywhere. He recognized this voice. Roman?
Virgil just woke up from his nightmare, thinking about the third consecutive week about that nightmare. He was greeted by the other sides optimistic facade. Nobody knew what was going to go down.
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