In my heart, I have the wind whispering clear and pure mint. In my eyes, I have sails unfurled, seas of Whisky to navigate and lands of Absinthe to discover. I unsheathe my sword and find justice in the arms of sweet myrrh and vanilla while my rebellious soul finally finds peace. Thus, night comes as a source of peace, and I, a warrior, rest on a bed of flowers and woods because tomorrow is a new day.
