Driving back home was a nightmare. The streets were crowded because tomorrow is Kzanderallia Day. People travel to the city to light torches with the 'Fire of Freedom' and they head back on foot to their respective towns to light their own respective Fires of Freedom. As a result, there's people with torches running around all over the place.
As I contemplated the runners from the safe confines of my vehicle, I could do nothing but yearn for a time when I believed in something with so much vigor. I can think of nothing that would make me run for miles carrying a torch. And yet these people do it, without minding the weather, the tiredness, the pain.
I want to believe in something too. I just can't think of anything right now.
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