Hectic winds and pomegranate delights blow. I am shot down roads of newness and rapidly collect. Then the wind stops and life slows to a pile of pomegranates. I assume my wish is granted. The road itself buried under sand and new lands seem to be mirages.

When all is demolished I find a ham sandwich flying like a bird. It is odd to see who is better than whom! If it is me vs flying ham sandwich I win! Best man ever! Me! I can’t wait to be crowned king, this will make me big! Then there is more to win! Let the contestants get ready for the new game!

Yet again.

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