"Wei Ying!" I hear.

I turn and wave my hand. It's Mother Mountain. A large mountain with the shape of a woman. Whose hair is moss and trees that run down her back. I don't know where she came from, and she doesn't either. She just knows she's special. She's tried to tell me I'm special, but I highly doubt it. I'm just a ghost. Though, we are both elements of the world. As much as I can move things, mountains are out of the question. She's old. Older than me.

"Have you blown very far?" She asks.

I nod. 

"Tell me, have you seen many things?" She asks.

I nod.

"But did you go to see them?" She asks.

I look down.

"It can't hurt." She says.

I shake my head. But it can! I am wind. I am a spirit. I am not even human really.

"If they're your loves, then... isn't it hurting them as much as it is you?" She asks.

I shrug. I actually have no idea. I travel so much it doesn't even seem real.

"Well... I hope you find the courage." She says.

I nod. So do I.