Shard & Kusaka
Shard Shard
Kusaka Kusaka
Kusaka Kusaka
Did you notice how the fallen leaves on that ridge line line up with the old cairn? It’s like the wind writes its own map.
Shard Shard
I did. The wind does what it wants, and this place keeps its marks. It’s quiet, like the last of the old stories.
Kusaka Kusaka
Yeah, the wind leaves its fingerprints. If you follow the marks, you might find something others miss.