The Wind| Ⓢⓣⓘⓛⓛ Ⓔⓓⓘⓣⓘⓝⓖ

When you find yourself giving up, listen for the soft whistle of the wind, feel the wind brush pass you ever so slightly, smell the story the wind brings of where it had come from. Let the winds take your sorrow away, and let the winds remind you of hope and rid you of any impurities, and let the winds remind you you are never alone. But there is a wind that comes about once, a wind of destruction. This wind is the wind of mystery and came once and pushed us of our planet.