The wind stirs the heroic stubborn voices of ghosts, while the spirit is broken like a stormy sea terrain with obstacles, driven by a burning desire to escape.
swept by the wind, the paths of the soul are filled with the echo of new steps in the thousand whispers of past shadows pointing to the path.
So lost in the fog is not scary.
will fear only when on the road does not resonate the most part of the way and those were silent ghosts real and imaginary, leaving the kingdom to silence and absolute dispersion.
