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Zala watched the pilgrim walk away, when she noticed that the sun was starting to burn stronger she run quickly to the bazaar. She immediately felt relief, but then she looked down to herself: white, hazy... an illusion, just like the bazaar. She didn't want to be part of that illusion, she didn't know the price, but she knew she wanted to be something new. She moved a step into the desert, then another, the wind started to irritate her face, her skin started to become red, burning, until she got engulfed in a sand storm.
Zala was there, authentic, looking for her own truth in the desert, no more under the shadow of the bazaar, free under the light of the sun
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