On a particularly windy day, go outside and listen. Listen to the wind, for it has many stories to tell. On its journey, it has picked up scraps of voices, gasps of shock, and whispered secrets that were meant for only one other. It has picked up small breezes from sun-kissed islands, mighty gusts that have burst forth from the maws of molten mountains, the tiniest trickles of air that have managed to escape tombs sealed deep underground, and the bursts of a forgotten era that have been captured by little air bubbles as they rushed upwards to reveal their contents at the water's surface.
Close your eyes. Breathe in the wind as it passes by. Listen closely. Do you hear the cry of seagulls? Do you smell the salty tang of the sea? Or maybe that was the scent of fallen tears... or maybe it was blood?
Though the minds of men dull with time, their stories live on forever, carried on by the wind's breath.
This is but one of the legends heard from the winds.