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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" somehow walk to an island, how did he get there without swimming or sailing? He doesn't know and doesn't want to find out, but he needs to! The fight continues and this is still the beginning, the middle, so close and so far from the end. The same distance as always.

"The wanderer" returned to the same point in the maze, after taking two steps forward, he was unable to take the third and continued in the same place.

Her heart beat strong, dazed, and her mind alternated between thoughts, lost in confusion. Despair took over, but the fight didn't stop.

The spider's web, which should be perfectly constructed, was formed in horizontal and vertical lines, an environment full of smoke, similar to other places, known as "The wanderer".

His inconstant breathing insisted on accelerating, even though he tried to put his body in order with meditation. He tried to close his eyes to see calmly, but he couldn't.

He sought help within, but something insisted on looking to the external world, where would the answer be? Inside or outside? At that point he had already exhausted his rational attempts, but was still fighting.

He convinced himself that he had made a lot of progress, and he really had, he was already halfway there, but fear was asking about the distance, after all, following to the end was the same as going back to the beginning.

The falls were constant, but the knees were calloused. Both by getting up and praying, he asked once again for the storm to pass.

In his heart of hearts he knew he would reach the end and achieve his goal, but his mind played tricks and the snow fell slowly but steadily.

- Forgive me sir, my wandering ways, guide me, please! To the end of this desert so mine, so lonely, full of people, but empty of feelings.

He was in the sands of the northwest, where there were people and evil beings and angelic beings, he didn't know who they were. He saw familiar faces, he saw desolate faces.

He harnesses everywhere. He reached the end of the beach and saw that he was on the island of Gacata, so the desert he was in was small, compared to the desert he would still face.

On one side the walls of Hor, on the other the walls of West city, in front of him stood the mountains of Volcano, at least he finally knew the correct direction.

Gacata Island.