My footsteps echoed through the empty street as the sole of my shoe hit against the cobbled stone. My guide was silent as the night that he sees through his eyes.
Walking in silence, there was no pretence. If I was less than a man, he'd be more than an ordinary man. He walked at a pace that was surely hard for his long legs, yet he didn't move any faster as I would have trouble keeping up. Such a person he was. A stony exterior yet kind and gentle. No, that doesn't seem to be it. It feels more like... manners? A gentlemanly nature. Surely if he was walking a dog he would walk a dog's pace. He is a man of respect. He respects all that he is around. It's as if being alive is his pride. No, that doesn't seem to be it either... This man is unreadable, with so many contradicting habits... What exactly is wrong with my analysis? It doesn't fit... Nothing fits... Even the town and everything else doesn't fit... I guess there is no logic in this illogical world...
"That's right, this world surpasses the logic of humans."
I stopped in my tracks, reflecting on his words. The words that flowed in a whisper with the wind. He read my mind? How? But I already had the answer... This is a world that surpasses logic.
He stood at a distance, waiting for me. I regained a little of my composure and resumed our walk...
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