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"The wanderer" is a fictional person, but it could be anyone's.

"The wanderer" is the protagonist of this story, he is an addict, who receives a very important mission. 

He discovers that is with him a very powerful stone, which can ruin the world he lives in, a fictional island. 

A spiritual world with diverses creatures, the most bizarre possible.
So that the stone must not fell into the wrong hands, after all it could be the source of power to conquer the entire world. 

"The wanderer" must destroy the stone by throwing it into the "volcano", which is in the middle of the island.

The walk won't be easy, even that he likes to walk. The problem is whether he can master his addiction and complete the mission, or whether his addiction will be greater and stop him or worse, make him desire the stone.
With several amazing characters and a narrative that is not at all linear.

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Wanderer Ghost

"The wanderer" and the "Sand king" are in the bar with the captain, at his house. They listening instructions from the captain. "The wanderer" is taking his first steps into his jorney. He is pursuiting the strength to face his destiny.


Narrator: It's not just going after your desire. It's not simply chasing your dream, your destiny or whatever. If it were, everyone would be at that point. Everyone would accomplish their goals. Strength is needed. The vast majority need a motivation. Whether it's what you'll gain by reaching your goal or the fear of what might happen if you don't. The fact is: living beings need strength to reach the arrival of their races that occupy the time spaces of life.


Narrator: "The wanderer" as everybody, has that strength, but as the most of the people, he doesn't know how to achieve. And he need some time to think about, and you know what that means: "Snow".


Narrator: "The wanderer" has a relapse, after ten days without snow, he goes out of the bar, leaving the king and the Captain behind. And go after climb some tree to make it snow. And he did. He is singing, "505": "I'm going back to 505...If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive...."


- In my imagination, you're waitin'... lyin' on your side... with your hands between your thighs...


Narrator: She was there, standing in front of him. They haven't seen each other in a while and now, once again, they were seeing the snow fall, but at that night "the wanderer" were making strongs winds and her dress dances, according to the wind, he was angry.
