THE BEGINNING The vanishment; noisy, crowded streets become quiet. Alone, I can hear the sea wind songs; listening to the sea. The voice of Odin calls from afar, or is it Poseidon? The force of ancient strings prickles the skin; visions of forests and wolves. The streets fill up once more, and the water from the grey clouds buckets down to cause chaos. The beginning of a journey. You are standing there waiting for me, yet we have never met before.