A wide, weathered song where movement becomes memory.
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This node belongs to the Eurasian Passage: the feeling of traveling without a single destination, carried by winds that do not speak your language.
Here, the melody is not a road sign. It is weather — a slow drift across borders, seasons, and names. The farther you go, the quieter the map becomes.
“Where the Winds Fade” holds the kind of distance that is not empty. It is filled with time.