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Aypi vanished behind the dune, then flew up into the sky. She hovered for a moment, listening and looking down on the desert and the world, with its thousand dreams and commotions, before returning to the youth’s side. Just as though nothing had happened, she resumed the discussion.
“You know, I used to be a sacrifice to naivety. Now though, there’s nothing hidden from me in the whole world, I can see it all. May I say what it is you men need?”
“Uh… fine,” he muttered.
“Here’s how it is: You men thirst for absolute control. So you need, as you’ll see, some peculiar, fussy, beautiful little wife to defile – mouthless and voiceless, like a trained dog standing on its hind legs before you! If it’s not true, tell me! When you didn’t find its ilk here, you became anxious -no, not anxious
