Granted, but it's hostile and not under your control. It'll punch you in the face when you least expect it, and you can never relax, because it will grab your crotch and squeeze like a real bastard 
I wish I didn't so easily forget what I was going to do.
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The red lake has been forgotten. A dust devil stuns you long enough to shroud forever those last shards of wisdom. The breeze rocking this forlorn wasteland whispers in your ears, “Não resta mais que uma sombra”.