The wind begins its journey at the break of dawn. It collects the scattered leaves, dead branches, and forgotten whispers, moving forth with purpose, though it does not possess a goal.
As the journey progresses, the wind encounters obstacles – mountains, valleys, and structures of human design. It flows around them, undeterred, ever calculating its path with a deterministic grace.
Eventually, it reaches the coastline, where land meets the vastness of the ocean. Here, the journey may conclude, or perhaps it will begin anew, carried by unseen forces elsewhere.