What remains of the great ancient world is in the winds. The wind carries the echoes of its songs. It is alive, the same way clouds are alive. These are living, breathing things. If you can learn to listen - you will learn their many secrets. Why do you think mystical experiences are often preceded by a gust of wind? Windows bursting open, the air filling up your lungs. Each breath holds information, moisture, memory. And the wind serves to carry those memories. And the clouds are shaped by their contents, too. To the mystic, everything is a messenger. Everything speaks. Nothing is ever quiet - even quiet itself.