When Driand began his usual morning walk, he could not have known that soon he would become the second greatest storyteller of his generation. And how could he? He was not even a writer.
Countless miles away, Yamilly would write a story unlike any ever written during her lifetime. But not just yet. She felt compelled to write, but she almost could not overcome her anxiety, caused by not fully understanding the source of inspiration for her story. Yamilly could not quite recall if the inspiration for her story was a fading childhood memory or a dream, and this troubled her deeply.
Still, Yamilly was compelled to write. And soon she would undertand the source and meaning of her inspiration.
Driand and Yamilly would never meet, nor would they ever know about each other's writings, yet the stories they would write would intertwine and coincide from time to time, but not in the end.
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