"You seek the deep water," the voice echoed, vibrating in his very bones. "But the water requires a weight to hold it down. One cannot take from the earth without giving back to the air."
The wind swirled into a localized dust devil, spinning faster until a shape began to crystallize within the haze. It wasn’t a person, but the memory of one—a translucent shimmer that tasted of rain and ancient cedar. A Voice In The Wind
Elias looked back at his fading footprints, already being erased by the gale. He looked forward, where the horizon shimmered with the impossible green of palm fronds. "You seek the deep water," the voice echoed,
"I have nothing left to give," Elias rasped, kneeling as his legs finally buckled. "You seek the deep water