He closed his eyes and opened his mouth, letting his last breath carry his identity away. As the syllables of his name dissolved into the air, the wind grew silent, satisfied. He stood up, his mind a clean, quiet slate, and walked toward the water—unburdened, unknown, and finally, perfectly lost.
Elias looked back at his fading footprints, already being erased by the gale. He looked forward, where the horizon shimmered with the impossible green of palm fronds. A Voice In The Wind
"You have your name," the wind whispered, leaning close. Elias felt a chill that defied the desert heat. "Leave it here with me. Forget who you were, and the path to the spring will open. You will live, but you will be as nameless as the breeze." He closed his eyes and opened his mouth,
