As the nymph departed, melting into the forest, Eswarth fancied that he could feel just above the threshold of his perception a cool breeze that was light and woody. Her words brought him great comfort.
He considered awakening the others to relay to them the conversation that he had shared with her, but that would undo, he thought, her parting blessing: a night of peace.
Thus, he followed her bidding and sank into a comfortable sleep.
Tomorrow would be a new day.
End? Do we, in fact, die?