From March 19 to 29
Wake up, swell up and get up, Sigh. It is time to bring back to me the Pupils scattered throughout the world and to guide them. Do not worry, they will recognize you as soon as they feel your breath on their faces, as soon as they see their woolen clothes spinning, they will understand because they are waiting for you. Caress their feet, carry their bodies, lift their spirit and instill hope and perseverance in them.
Do not skimp on the gusts that will make them realize that the road is long and that it must continue, always, As Far As I.
Pupils seem to float above the ground, their colorful ponchos, loving the wind, twirling around their frail bodies. They advance without hurrying, time is a concept that they have mastered to perfection, the latter does not run until you look at it, and they turn their back on it.
Their bodies move in the shade of an immense peaceful beast on which wooden structures clutter with large colorful canvases. Each step of the animal produces the deep sound of a large drum.
The Pupils meet and the clear sounds of bells echo; they happily discuss the path that awaits them before arriving at the Eye, the circus that will shelter them from the wave that follows them, nearby, just behind them.
After a long journey, the food planned for the journey is running out. This means that they will soon arrive in a habitable zone. They will be able to settle there and respectfully, if the wind allows it, collect the resources they need.