“I’VE NEVER LIKED VISITORS.” The spirit said to no one nearby. “I came here to disappear, but people keep finding me. Well, to hell with them. They never cared, they don’t now.”
The whirlwind of his form twisted in the middle of a vacant desert, just a dozen yards away from the sheer cliff side behind him. At his feet, little dust-devils spun off to ride small drafts out for a short distance and then dissipate back into the dust and air that formed them.
This wasn’t happiness he felt, but when he had his solitude, it was something that comforting to him. Something he had depended on for so long to be the same.
He only wanted quiet after all his disappointments. Humans had always disappointed him.
In the silence he could sleep, without dreams, without cares.
Alone.
The spirit sank bac
