Looking out. Longing. Thinking. Not knowing what it was that captured you, but knowing that something most definitely had. The ocean beat against the rocks. White waves cresting and crashing across the cliffs. The sand beneath you as golden as autumn leaves at sunset, as soft as winters first snow and as warm and comforting as a lovers touch. The wind’s constant kiss was ever present. It’s force threatening, but never aggressive, never personal. Yet it was all yours. A universe encased. No nagging interruptions, no drains upon your time. Just the constant thrust of water against land, of air against rock. It draws you in, pulling you from life, to install within you a rebirth. On the edge of the world, near the end of the map, you find what you never knew was lost – you find yourself.