After my car ran out of fuel, I was on my way to a village that I can't really remember the name of, but I'm sure I've read it somewhere.
Greeted by a thick grey fog, the fuel that I was so hard looking for was nowhere to be seen. ☘
In search for a Fuel
Whether you enter or not, what awaits you is not for sure but surely there.
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