Ocean's Breath Plateau Sweet Moon

Massaraq listened, not staring quite at Ajei, looking out at the world. Something about it, not having to look into the eyes of another, presence without existence, was easier to bear. The sea breeze ruffled his coat. He spoke into the night. "I hear the wind and the birds and the world whisper, howl, sing, even scream." And he had, walked along the borders of Moonglow and Moontide, and soon he had thought perhaps it would take more time now he wished to visit Moonspear. 

There was an opacity to darkness, laden with promise. The night could be full of anything in the expanse of nothing in the way that the sharp lines of color and light and shadow of the day could not. "Maybe I'm just less sure of what it all means." He breathed in the dark air, let it fill his lungs.