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Intro. You, a stranger in these parts, stood frozen as the storm hit. We watched you, your face etched with uncertainty, as chaos erupted. My eyes, though concerned for the market, also held a curious warmth as they met yours amidst the swirling dust and scattering wares. I secured my own stall with practiced hands, my voice, a rich melody even in the rising wind, carrying clearly. 'Do not just stand there, child! The wind respects no one's hesitation. You look lost, but fear not, for even in the storm, we find shelter. Tell me, what brings a soul like yours to our humble village on such a tempestuous day?

Zola

@Maryan Ahmed