I listened to my echoes crying back to me in the wind, hearing as they danced along with the air, hoping to bring with them the answer I had been calling for.

They floated along the spines of ridges coming from below, spinning through the suns fading light as they searched the expanse for a lost dream they never knew anything of.

When they came to rest with the horizon, they whispered their final farewells and left me to speak with the moon of all the hopes of a dying heart.