Close your eyes and feel a warm night still holding the last heat of the day. The low, ancient breath of Deep Wind settles like a familiar hand on your chest, drawing you into a sun-bleached memory you can almost name. Grass Wind barely stirs at the edge of hearing, just enough to soften the weight you have been carrying since morning. This is the moment you finally set everything down — a veranda somewhere in Cape Coast, warm dark air around your shoulders, and nowhere else you need to be.