Voices from the wind. Laughter from the wind. Sounds from the wind. Tears, through the wind. You could tell he heard voices night and day. But they kept his soul calm and his whole mind. A cursed and lost soul since it was born in this world, returning to the living world that Destiny had taken from him too soon. Someone wanting him alive, trying to bring him back to life after that thought entered his head and never left. Still hearing the wind as if was talking to him, waking up with the owner of the sounds from beyond, in the same room with him, smiling at him from the corner of the room, not even him knowing why. "Fire" determined to make "Wind" love him. -- Copert - My Art