Amber glowing under moonlight as centuries pass by, stars and moons collide.
The quest to reach such treasure is of a bohemian kind.
For the holy grail can sweep away, as storms turn the sand into ocean waves. Whisking up the scents in air, slipping through your fingers like time can swallow all. But you can feel it moving, breathing. No matter how far the journey, the quest is irresistible.
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