The Final Stretch

A simple picture, mostly in shades of lavender and blue. It shows three friends traveling across a hilly plain in the dead of night; a stream runs through the hills, and the middlemost man is just trudging out of it. There are assorted aquatic plants along its banks. There aren't any stars, but the moon hangs high in the sky, and there aren't any settlements or trees for miles. The two friends on the left are lagging and bent over with exhaustion, while the third is on top of a hill with his fist in the air, crying, "Don't lose faith now, friends! We're almost there! I feel it!"

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