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Once upon a time there were two vagabonds... No... They were three... But no, four... And there were others, many and different... I had known them. For a long time. For years. And then something happened and they disappeared. And for many years, I heard nothing about it. Once upon a time... and there were four... I was immersed in life and new misfortunes. But for the past few years, I had a confused feeling that people were hovering around me, walking, walking, walking beside me... Voices were heard in the night, fragments of complex questions, words in foreign languages, moans, howls of millions of voices... An inexplicable excitement gripped me... This night, the abyss of the sky opened... And here we go.