The Path of Wind
A Voice on the Wind
Weeks into my journey, I came to the edge of a landknown by my people as “the land of winding cliffs.”
Sandstone ridges filled the horizon.Junipers peeked out from crags in the rocky cliffs,but otherwise vegetation seemed scarce.
I had never seen this land, but I had heard rumor of itamong my people. It was said to be a place to be avoided—a confusing land where many entered and few returned.
But here it was, too immense to be avoided, or so I thought.And so I entered it, despite my people’s warnings. ...