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I returned to my home country one month later. My mother and Jack came out to greet me, with Flora following behind them. Flora's face lit up when she saw me, but the moment her gaze fell on Wendy standing behind me, she instantly clenched her jaw in anger. Flora pulled me aside and shoved a file into my hand. I opened it to see Wendy's dating history. Every past partner of hers was laid out on the pages, with photos and personal details. Nothing was left out, and Flora tried to stir things up. "Vincent, Wendy is just a social butterfly. Will she really treat you well?"

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As she settled into her worn armchair, a steaming mug of chamomile tea in hand, she pulled out her notebook, its pages filled with her scribbled notes and interpretations of "The Odyssey." The words she had written in the library, fueled by the quiet inspiration of the space, now seemed to jump off the page, brimming with newfound meaning. She reread them, her mind buzzing with connections and insights, the intricate tapestry of Odysseus's journey weaving itself into her own life.

I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said-"Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed; And on the pedestal, these words appear: My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings; Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair! Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away." P.B Shelley

A mirage distorts the view beyond the window shields, and it’s impossible to tell where the asphalt ends and the ocean begins. I don't come into this room enough, but something had led me here tonight and I was compelled to remain here and watch the mountains from here, what the night held. My parents were returning from their trip by ship. They had left with some of their guards to meet with the Japanese merchants and pirates who had settled along one of the seven seas enclosing Eldrador kingdom.