A whisper of wind echoes off the mountain, down the road and past the camp.
Into a town where travelers rest, and into the path of uncertain hell.
Past the dragon and into the mines, the wind continues to search for it's mind.
Through the plains torn apart by war, and into the city that rests on the water.
Onto the boat and over the seas, the wind travels into a new terrain.
Through the plains and past a canyon, the heat of the desert wears it down.
Through the forest and out into a desert, the wind becomes weary.
Into a town where ones with pointed ears live, it calls out, before leaving.
Through the mountains and into a tunnel, it reaches a snow covered land.
Into the town of giant people, it calls out, in search of it's friend.