"It's been a while since his sleep has been disturbed by this. A beautiful, jealous daughter, like no other. With golden hair in the colors of the sun, resting lightly on her precise shoulders. The skin is genuine Venetian porcelain, fragile and precious to the touch and to the skin. Her eyes a deep green and blue; made as if of rare haolite, the stone men carve in damaria. And the smell, unprecedented and fragrant at the same time, as if from a rare plant that the Fates feed on."
- Who are you; Tell me, have fun! What is your name? where the hell shall I seek to find you and where shall I reward you?
– Your partner is amaranth. My name is Zoe, my flower. In the Garden, look for Wishes. There you will reward me…
And the daughter disappeared suddenly, as if the wind had taken her.
"Wild waters rush at the boat, to devour it, to drag it to the bottom. As if they had wavy hands and were pulling it. And the wind, the snowman, rushes like a siphon; it grabs the ballast, whirls it high, and then again, with a rush, throws it into the sea. And the sky could not remain uninvolved. He sends thunderbolts, which were deafening; and continues with rain, downpour, hail, which fell with force; it bruised the body. For two days they were pounding the sea. Two days and two nights. But they were both resilient. Like stuff of heroes. On the third day the weather cleared and went, other seas to find; somewhere else to vent."
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