So many things happened in the year 781 of the Aen calendar. Whether it was war or love, they were all covered up by the billowing smoke on the battlefield. Everything ended with death. In the end, all that was left was the everlasting fine yarn of the Giza Desert, blown by the wind to the endless distance...
People of later generations could not describe all of this in detail. They could only summarize it in just three words:
"... That year..."
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