Whooooosh. The wind blows in. A light breeze comes coolly, ruffling my hair. It set a current in the quietly silent water. At a glance it felt no different from a gentle breeze. But I knew this wind was artificial. A space walled in by rock on all sides. A place where wind should never blow, yet a draft comes...
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