You're the wind's interpreter. What is it saying?
I sat alone at the base of a mountain. I was sitting on a single stone surrounded by a pool of water, the crashing waterfall behind me showering me in tiny droplets of water. It was cool on my back, and despite the dampness of my hair and clothes, the wind rustled everything around me, wrapping me in a cold embrace. It whispered strange things to me. The rumours spread around the towns closest to me, the secrets whispered within the woods and the water, and the knowledge of the world around me.
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Year of 365
RandomA mess of short stories, poems, and whatever else I feel like writing. I will be continuing this for one year and in June 2022 I'll end it.
