Three Sips

After the last meetings with the Desert Dough and the strange dancing with a certain Mr. Y, our protagonist had a long time to come to his senses. Waking up sitting on the bench next to another stranger Mr. X looked around. Or rather he tried to look around, but he couldn't because there was nothing around except fog. The grayish haze stretched to infinity. X shuddered at the cold air. "At least it's not as hot as the desert," he thought. It was time to figure out where X was this time. "Ser, where are we? Ser...?" - he turned to the stranger. Silence followed in response. The stranger sat motionless as a stone in a Japanese garden and seemed to be staring at one point, oblivious to...View all