[ IP ] Glade

The wind wound its way through the trees, down the slope and across the glade, brushing over the long grass. It gently carried warmth, and the scent of fauna and flora. A breath of the wild. He had known it already, and yet, in that moment, it felt, smelt fresh. 
 
 Ancient statues littered the basin. He wondered what purpose they held. With nothing more to the place than a natural beauty, he thought perhaps tombstones. A quiet place to rest. As though some piece clicked into place, the wind whispered. He could n't make out what it said, but his ears strained, always on the verge of understanding and never quite getting there. 
 
 Calming his breathing to silence, he then closed his eyes. Murmurs circled him. Still unable to decipher them, he found himself at a loss. After shaking his head to clear the growing frustration, he let out a long breath. 
 
 Another piece clicked. He stilled, and two words rang clearly. 
 
 “ Go onward. ” 
 
 And, he did.
