The air is not still, nor quiet.
It is as he remembers.
The land of fire, leaves and trees is never silent. For there is life here, he knows. There are people who move and breathe and feel and it shows. It is in the air, in the earth, it the trees that shade it.
He can feel heartbeats. Lives. The things that are lost to him now.
He is
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