The west wind blows and

With it comes the


Voices of the ones behind

Offering assistance

To those willing to listen.

Noises in the night

Echoing across the fields

Landing on deaf ears,

Searching for open hearts.

Murmurs of a time

A place

Of magic and mystery

Of sacred words

And quests,

Where wishes and dreams

Come true.

Reminding us

To remember

Where we came from

To what we really do belong.


What whispers do you hear?


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