-Night Tale of the Annual
The clouds began to part. Memories became nothing other than thin mists traveling away. The young boy stood. His hand rugged, Extending a guide stick.
"What has been accomplished this year- Is here forever- Whatever anyone does. Whatever anyone knows. No one shall ever take what you’ve- What has been built this year."
A sharp breeze whisked up into his face. Black hair flow angelically behind him. A solid face stole the image. "Now welcome your next pinnacle- The new year."

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