I purchased the magical rug from a small shop that was only there on that one day. Appearing between two shops usually found alongside each other. The old man who ran the shop really liked to talk. He spoke for many hours about his grand adventures, his opinions on the moon and the stars, the names of all his children, grandchildren, neighbors, and also that I would never want to walk again. I thought that maybe he was trying to warn me about a curse, but I wasn’t too concerned. After all, what is a curse compared to a genuine magic carpet? Past me just did not understand. I get it now. I really do. He wasn’t talking about a curse, or anything strange or magical, just the pure joy of flying through the sky on a magic carpet.

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