I know a good place.

The air of meteor showers should be circling around soon. The distant sound of stars streaking through the night sky, a reminder of the vastness of the universe and the fleeting nature of time. I needed one for summoning, a powerful spell that required the energy of falling meteors to cast. Himmel, my faithful companion, would help me gather the necessary ingredients for the ritual. Can I ask you something first? A voice breaks through the silence, filled with curiosity and hesitation. I turn to see a figure standing before me, their eyes searching mine for answers. I suppose I should be leaving, but the question hangs in the air, demanding a response. It should be somewhere around here, the answer to their inquiry, hidden in the depths of memory and knowledge. I intend to travel around the central lands collecting new spells, each one a treasure waiting to be discovered. The sound of ancient incantations echoes in my mind, a symphony of power and possibility. Ah, how unfortunate, the realization that my journey will be a lonely one, with only my spells and the company of Himmel to keep me company. Our adventure was a mere 10 years, a blink of an eye in the endless expanse of time. It's true, I had heard whispers of a young sorceress with incredible potential. How much could she have studied at such a young age? I hardly knew anything about her, only rumors and hearsay. Next time then, I would seek her out and unravel the mystery of her powers. She'd only get in my way, they said, but I was intrigued by the thought of a fellow mage wandering the lands. Who is she? The question lingers in the air, unanswered yet heavy with implications. But can I ask you something first? The cycle of question and response continues, a dance of words and thoughts. Why are you? A philosophical query that cuts to the core of existence, leaving me pondering my own purpose in this vast world. I can barely detect her presence, a shadow flitting at the edge of my senses. The city's changed a fair bit since I was here last, the sounds of bustling life filling the streets once more. You told us that death doesn't worry you, a reminder of past conversations and shared truths. Huh, a sound of disbelief at the audacity of mortal concerns. I'll take us there when the opportunity arises in 50 years, a promise of future adventures yet to come. I never thought you the type to do charity for charity's sake, a compliment disguised as a question. You've done me much good, so I came here to repay my debts. I imagine your time is running low, a gentle reminder of mortality's grasp. Tis indeed, a solemn acknowledgment of the passing of time. For the next 100 years, give or take, we would walk this path together, bound by fate and destiny. I see the issue, a sudden understanding of the complexities of our intertwined lives. I don't know, a simple admission of ignorance in the face of uncertainty. I asked Himmel to store it, a task entrusted to my loyal companion. He always looked like that, a statement of observation tinged with fondness. The view from inside the city isn't very good, a reminder of the walls that separate us from the world outside. Well, I'll be sure to stop by, a promise of reunion and shared moments. I'll pick up the horn when I visit, a reminder of unfinished business and unspoken promises. Does the thought of dying not 'cause you any fear? The question hangs in the air, heavy with unspoken emotions and hidden truths. I doubt the Goddess will forgive you, a warning of consequences yet to come. You can play and download these sounds here.