Noctisardor Bypass omlete du fromage

@Druid or @Heda

The years had not been kind to the Frenchman, but like all things he could change very little about the world or his experience of it.

Failed loves. Failed families. Homes that were, then were not. Through it all he had lived and lost, and now roamed through the winter wilderness, following what beauty he could witness. 

The sunrise painted the sky in plum blush. A bird sang a song he did not recognize and he followed the sound until the mountains rose tall around him, shrouded with mist, and then silence.

He wondered where to go next.