Last night I was at the crossroads. A few people were milling around there.
I saw an old man being assisted by a young lad. The latter's features were obscured. He was helping the old man walk at the cross roads.
After a brief moment, I found myself frantically looking for the boy, but he had vanished. "Who was he?" I wondered.
The name 'velavā' echoed repeatedly. And I woke up.
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