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In a world sculpted by routes and calendars, the soul quenches its thirst with the wild nectar of unplanned epiphanies. - Elara Winters In a world sculpted by routes and calendars, the soul quenches its thirst with the wild nectar of unplanned epiphanies. - Elara Winters In a world sculpted by routes and calendars, the soul quenches its thirst with the wild nectar of unplanned epiphanies. - Elara Winters