Whispers of the Unseen

Previously

…As he reached the edge of the meadow, the last tendrils of sunlight painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, he paused one last time. He looked back at the dark, imposing line of trees, a silent testament to his ordeal. A faint smile touched his lips. He was free. The whispers had guided him out of the wilderness, and now, they had faded, leaving him with the profound, unsettling, and utterly exhilarating silence of his own making. He turned his back on the forest, a man reborn, ready to face whatever the world, and perhaps the unseen forces that had saved him, had in store. The journey from the whispers to the world had begun.