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“The forgotten island is a dangerous place. The longer you're here, the more memories you'll forget.” “We would forget everything, even each other?”

I'll run like the river, I'll follow the sun I fly like an eagle to where I belong

The story that I want to tell you cannot be found in a book. They say that the history of the west was written from the saddle of a horse, but it's never been told from the heart of one. Not till now. I was born here, in this place that would come to be called the Old West. But, to my kind, the land was ageless. It had no beginning and no end, no boundary between earth and sky. Like the wind and the buffalo grass, we belonged here, we would always belong here.