C71 THE AWAITING DAWN

The wind was the first sound.

The wind was cold, slow, and unsure. It didn't belong anywhere, but it whispered through everything.

Damon opened his eyes and saw that he was resting in a wasteland of light and ash. The heart's bright light had turned into a sky that was half gold and half gray. The ground underneath him pulsed softly, as if the world itself still remembered her heartbeat