1737: Calling

Calling

The soothing expanse of a vast blue ocean unfurled before him.1

Each wave that crashed against the shore echoed like a familiar lullaby in his ears. The gentle breeze playfully tousled his hair, caressing his skin with its cool touch. He took a deep breath, letting the fresh scent of green grass mixed with the salty tang of the ocean fill his lungs. A rush of nostalgia washed over him as the environment awakened deeply buried memories.

With a soft whisper, he uttered, "I am home."

Feeling rejuvenated, he closed his eyes and let the natural energy of the Earth envelope him. Slowly, his feet lifted off the ground, and he began to float. His eyes, now focused with intent, were drawn magnetically towards a distant forest—a place that seemed to whisper his name, beckoning him.

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