The wind blows my hair. I’m standing on the edge again. Is this a reality? I can’t fathom this not being a dream because of the vivid details that seem all too real. The slight breeze is blowing moderately against my skin and hair. It feels like a gentle hand is caressing my face. What is to come of this experience?

Nonetheless, today has felt oddly inspiring. A sense of tranquility and warmth ran through my body as I stared out, overlooking the cliff’s edge. It felt reminiscent of a scene from the Twilight Series in the all-too-familiar blue filter. I was waiting to be swooped up by some large brown wolf who would look into my eyes sincerely, giving me a sense of security. My feelings of admiration swelled inside, and I could feel a stimulating sensation.

The trees rustling in the background provide a soothing tune to compare against the wind’s sharp edginess. The scenery feels alive, like welcoming a friend to sit alongside them and bask in the presence of one another.

Is this really not a dream? As I write down my thoughts on a thin piece of parchment, I can’t help but revel in the unknown. Far from the nearest town, sitting amongst the forest’s trees brings about feelings of romance.

The sudden appearance of a strange pair of yellow eyes in the bushes suddenly ropes me. I can sense the entrapment of a planned execution, but I am also intrigued by the soon-to-be meeting. As the wind blew even more potent, those same yellow eyes began to walk ever so slowly toward the cliff’s edge. My mere existence was just a minor inconvenience to the carnivore. We both stared over the edge as if listening to a sweet song playing in the wind. Was this really not a dream? Being this close to a creature that could possibly maul and rip every shred of my body. However, this moment felt different; a feeling of peace overrode the calmness of the scenery.

“The wind carries the memories of the past through this land.”

The pair of yellow eyes spoke.