all the yellow, the blue colour ended up to be the most prettiest magic.
And like that, from enchantment to enchantment, from silk to silk, the
smell and the unknown that became known, like that we became more what we are.
For each dry river concealing its past, and for each Kashba that,on
the other hand, exposes its vein to the sun... This sun which lights
us more, to inray part of reality that we do not know. Like that, we have
not grown, but we have been more what we really are.. (ClŠudio Carneiro)
We, the twelve adventurers ...find out what each one of us reveal of our journey....little by little...