It seems like there's a gentle, cool breeze blowing on my face.
How long has it been since I've breathed this easily? How long since I've laid down so comfortably? How long since I've felt so calm and at ease—all pain and fatigue have gone away, all chronic ailments seem to have healed.
In memory, such feelings seem to have been from decades ago.
"This child is blessed with the land, carrying the grace of the Goddess of Harvest..."
Suddenly, a voice buried deep in memory unexpectedly broke into my mind, organizing the chaotic and scattered thoughts, the feeling of blurring fantasy and reality vanished instantly, the wind blowing on my face became real, and there was a faint scent of green grass and soil drifting into my nostrils—Norris suddenly opened his eyes.
