«The silvery pines were leaving behind followed by new ones. Saying goodbye, saying hello. My head was resting in the white cushion when it started to freeze. But anything mattered more than my own thoughts, while the magnificent swedish landscape was giving them a beautiful shape. That grade of abstraction was felt like a growth spurt, what gave me more than I thought at the beginning. I remember myself really absorbed, and I was even worried about that. As worry as you can be when your body starts to feel rare. When it happens, you'll probably realise that some days after that your height has increased. But when something changes mentally, it is not that easy to verify. It could last weeks, months or even years.
On December of two thousand and thirteen, I travelled from a special place in Värmland to the swedish Lapland. Some time after that, I've remembered myself in that state. I felt free. I felt sad. I felt strong. I stared at the night sky during hours, hoping to admire the Aurora Borealis. It felt like waiting for a miracle. But the miracle didn't appear. Not that day.
I found something better instead. The tool of the dreamer, of the adventurer. My personalised one. I got bravery, experience, and skills. I discovered that I'll go anywhere in earth in order to found the magic in the world. And someday, I'll maybe be under the same sky, or another, to feel the grace of the era in when I found myself, as the owner of my destiny.»
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