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The smell of the ocean hung in the air, followed by the subtle lullaby of birds and waves crashing on the beach.

A vast shimmering expanse of blue-green lay before me. The alabaster sands warmed my feet in its ever shifting embrace.

Was this it? Was this "home"?

The once familiar feeling seemed almost alien to me now. How long had it been?

Three years?

Ten?

Back before I'd tried to change the world with false bravado and patchwork wings.

Back before I'd sacrificed my old self upon an alter forge atop the lives of others men. Men who came before, seeking the same glory.

Back before life was a twisted maelstrom of insecurities and confusion colliding with fear and anger that carried the force of a nuclear bomb.

The time seemed irrelevant to, but had it really been the long ago?

I can't help but look around, wondering.

Will I ever truly find my place in this world? My Plains of Silence? A place of peace and tranquility?

I spot my best friend, trying his best to not catch fire out in the sweltering heat. I can't contain my laughter.

What the hell am I saying? I've found my Plains of Silence.