Outside the air was fresh, the moon full, the sand flowing. My sensitivity, over-activated by the various products I'd absorbed during the evening, was making my head spin. I quickened my pace to leave behind that scenery, which I found, for the first time, strangely gloomy. At the end of the dune, with only fifty metres to go to get home, I finally breathed. I thought I was being ridiculous, but I loved the subtle pleasure of feeling the adrenaline coursing up my spine.

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