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It had been standing over the edge of the cliff for quite some time now.

It had decided that it's been enough fun where it was earlier. It had a ball of a time, a whole load of laughter and euphoria. But it decided, that it had been enough. It had this deepset feeling that it needed a well-earned rest. It needed to go home.

Unfortunately, it never knew what home was. Where it was, which way to go or how it would feel like to have found it. Till it sensed something calling out to it, coming from the edge of the cliff.

The beckoning drew it over and so now there it was, teetering over the edge. It knew it was already at the edge, yet the whispering voice in its mind seemed to come just slightly beyond that final step.

It never knew how home would feel like, but the sensation of the whispering voice gave him one feeling which he could not find a word to describe. And the only word left was this: home.

And it stepped off.