Wizard of Loneliness – Over World

A wind brings with it a stirring of souls; memories that hasten the pulse while calming the mind. Aloft in a cloud-bound cathedral, the hymns of long forgotten sermons echo back into existence. Life after death. Voice without breath. Crystals rattle on the courtyard's marble floor then rise soundlessly into the air. You wander down from the courtyard to the outermost railing, fingers wrapped on wooden rungs, and stare out into breezy horizon.

The winds of past bring the warmth of memory.