Most fears are not even based on our current reality. They are the product of imagined fears conjured up in our minds - the product of our own fantasies.
Ziri's soul felt like the high roaming wind of the Adelphas Mountains and the beat of stormhunters' wings, like the beautiful, mournful, eternal song of the wind flutes that had filled their caves with music he could not possibly remember. It felt like home.