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  • Where am I going, you ask me?

    Well, you could tell me. Where I am going is entirely up to you, fellow traveler. I lay my future in your hands. I have nothing to lose. Point me North, east, west, south, it doesn't matter. I must always be on the move, changing, traveling; that is my purpose. I have no rooted home to return to. No destination, no place to end. I started from the moment I was born, and shall never finish until my last breath. I was always meant to wander. To round the earth a thousand times. To see all the horrid and beautiful things there are to see. To learn the deepest secrets of society, though they will do me no good. I'm on a quest to fill myself with what life has to give, and that requires floating around the world, not rooting myself to a single home. I cannot fulfill any purpose in that way, and I'd like to slide away knowing that I have. I'd like to leave peaceful and satisfied. Doesn't everyone?

    Now you know my story, but do not remember. Forget I was ever here, stranger. I do not exist in the world of society, I live at it's edge. Point me in the direction you wish, and I shall be gone with the wind.
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