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Prologue
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Have you ever met that special one? The one that makes you understand and forgive all wrong doings in the world, the one to which all others are compared to and found wanting? Well, my friends, I did find my special one. Oh and was she beautiful...
She was tall and majestic, yet rounder at the bottom. She was clear as polished ice and smooth to the touch. On a sunny day she reflected the sunlight like a perfected Formogar diamond. I still remember when I first opened her and gently took my first sip. Oh the taste, so utterly smooth, magically distilled from sunshine and rare summer fruits, yet with a sensation of a light summer rain through the leaves of the Morimatra but with a strong finish, not unlike the tunes from a long-range Shalaquin. As you may understand, I foolishly hoped for the night to last forever…
… Yet sometimes a man must wake up. Sometimes alone. Sometimes alone in a ditch next to the Ab’Dendriel dirt road with no shoes or hat and no recollection of last night or how he got there.
Only one memory from the night before were still in my possession, and as I was laying there on my back in the gutter feeling the gentle morning breeze against my naked feet watching the clouds pass by, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. And as I took my first stumbling steps towards town I took a silent oath, an oath that no matter what happens or what trials I must face, I shall never stop my quest for my one true love until I have her in my arms once again.
And so my journey had begun. I soon realized though that searching for a certain taste comes with a few slight disadvantages. One is particularly difficult to work with. Memory loss.
This is where I need your help, my friends. I have taken pictures on my journey, but I cannot always recollect where they were taken. If you aid me in this, I shall forever be in your debt, or for as long as I can remember.
Will you help me in this noble and slightly dangerous quest?
Signed, Tae Levan.
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