Wapun Meadow When you were here before

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Where one life is lost, another must be built in concrete form. Without it, there is no purpose to live. All must have a purpose, or be fated to hell and join the likes that go down under.
Out of the ashes, the soul is reborn. With it, struggles will follow, as will questions and curiosities. 
Where can these questions be answered and curiosities made no more? Only in a place where there is will by others to provide.
After a long, tiresome journey, a meadow is seen in the distance.
There are scents here. None are recognizable, but they are present nonetheless. There is life. Whatever souls remain, these questions will be asked and these curiosities will be satisfied. Perhaps even a life can be led here, if these strangers would welcome it.
Would they at all? Who can tell...
Only time is able to do such a thing.
And so, without a moment to spare, the little brown wolf along the edge of the meadows sent up a call, beckoning to her any who would heed it. Time to see what she was in for.