"You seek the deep water," the voice echoed, vibrating in his very bones. "But the water requires a weight to hold it down. One cannot take from the earth without giving back to the air."
He closed his eyes and opened his mouth, letting his last breath carry his identity away. As the syllables of his name dissolved into the air, the wind grew silent, satisfied. He stood up, his mind a clean, quiet slate, and walked toward the water—unburdened, unknown, and finally, perfectly lost. A Voice In The Wind
The voice was thin, like silk snagged on a thorn. He stopped, shielding his eyes against the grit. "Who’s there?" "You seek the deep water," the voice echoed,
Elias looked back at his fading footprints, already being erased by the gale. He looked forward, where the horizon shimmered with the impossible green of palm fronds. As the syllables of his name dissolved into
The wind swirled into a localized dust devil, spinning faster until a shape began to crystallize within the haze. It wasn’t a person, but the memory of one—a translucent shimmer that tasted of rain and ancient cedar.