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The houses parted, well-groomed trees stood along the edges of a flat wide road, and then they parted, revealing a spacious square and a snow-white palace. Tall, slender towers soared into the sky, and the main building stretched upwards, striking with its unreal elegance and seeming fragility. The palace shone with a crystal brilliance, as if woven from passages, turrets and many ledges crowned with spiers.

Yarsi pulled on the reins of his horse, his heart beating loudly in his chest. He really did not want to look at his house with a new look, but he could not help himself. He always perceived it only as a house, but now the palace was revealed from a completely different side - a stranger, torn from another world, not belonging to this reality.

He looked, looked at the place where he was born, where he grew up, painfully realizing its greatness and pain, longing and madness that burned the creator of this palace for many years.

Home, parents, past…. There is none of this anymore. H