Do not stand at my grave and weep for me, I was not there, I did not sleep.
I am thousands of howling winds, flying over the snowy Northrend.
I am the soft and delicate rain that sprinkles on the golden rice fields in the western wilderness.
I am the quiet and quiet morning, permeating the green and lush Valley of Thorns.
I am a mighty and majestic drum, stepping across the infinite grassland of Nagrand.
I am the warm and shining star that illuminates the lonely sleep of Darnassus.
I am the singing bird, I am present in all beauty.
Don't stand at my grave and cry for me, I'm not there, I never left.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
