THIS STORY IS BAD AND IM JUST GONNA DELETE FIRST FREE CHAPTERS, DONT READ IT [This story is completely fiction and contains elements that are unreal and imaginary. Also no one should send any gift, nor golden ticket]
As their journey continued, Stacy and Obal talked a lot, their conversations flowing as smoothly as the winds around them. The bond between them grew stronger with each passing hour, the two of them exchanging stories and experiences, laughing at jokes, and finding comfort in one another's company. The Tremo made several stops along the way, each time hovering low to the ground to recharge its powerful crystals. The routine was becoming familiar, though the excitement of their travels never waned.