A meadow beneath the ground. That's where the feeling originated. It's only a couple day's hike, near the village. On a smaller mountain, light shines into a hole in the ground that opens up into a cavern.
I have descended inside, and felt an intense longing for days past. Not my own, but days from before I was birthed. I fell to my knees under the power of these feelings, which grew fuzzier by the second until they left me completely, leaving me gasping in the soft grass. I have never felt such weakness before. I write to you now within this meadow, not yet ready to leave. Something is making me want to stay.