EPILOGUE
I stood, wearing my thin nightgown, barefoot on the wall, facing the green moors.
It was dark and quiet. A cold wind swept through the city. My hair danced around me and my dress flapped with every breeze.
Why am I here? I thought, and my soul warned me to leave, to run away, but my mind was hypnotized. It wanted to know what was out there.
My feet moved and I climbed up to the edge of the wall. The wind swirled around me carrying with it a soft song. A song of pain and darkness, of spirits and shadows.
The wind came again and with it, five symbols appeared on the horizon:
a feather for shadows,
a wave of sounds,
a leaf from nature,
a drop of water,
a heart for souls,
The song called for me, told me to come, promising my dreams would come true. My feet moved and I jumpe
