Bloom

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Traveling was rather taxing for most people. But for Harold, it kept him sane and, well, unknown. He had been traveling for more than two hundred years. He didn't know exactly when but he just sort of took off and vanished into thin air.He had been walking for several hours now and resting once in a while. He looked above to see the sun setting. He sighed, it looked like he was camping out for the night and would continue his journey tomorrow.