I can still hear the bear's warning echo...

I set out for my journey, brown bear following my trail...

I smell trees, I smell rain...

Now that I am familiar with North, I'll search for a group of wolves on the horizon - they will show me where to go...

I still have nowhere to go...

My eyelids slide up, and expose my pupils to the outer world...

I am back where I started, in the hollow darkness of the cave...

As I burn and echo emptiness, I watch my fragile body running in circles in the manifest world...

Under the darkened sky, above eerily silent water, all that had tied me to land fell away...

As I grow more and more accustomed to my power...