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A vast, empty desert spreads long to the horizon, with warm shades of brown coloring the sea of endless sand. Only the low howls of the wind brushing through indicate that the place does, in fact, exist. Yet it does not exist loud enough to invite cars to pass by on the singular torn down road tearing through the dry nature.

The road, littered with cracks and dirt, gray and burnt from the sun, could’ve easily blended alongside the uneventful scenery of the desert. If it weren’t for an old, abandoned looking gas station overlapping its border.

A drop of civilization in the form of a gas station sticking out like a sore thumb in the shallow landscape, standing alone on the side of the road.

Against all odds, its glass door was pushed open and the bell above it rang, signifying a newcomer. A life.

The chime was an unfamiliar sound to the man behind the counter. So with great surprise colored in his eyes, he turned towards the door.

But instead he was met with familiarity, a wide and mischievous grin greeting him like an old friend.

“Hello, Technoblade.”

“Wilbur.”

Wilbur’s smile stretched almost up to his ears, and for the first time in a while, it was genuine.

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