Winnter stopped in front of the ruins of an old building outside the outskirts of the city. We had been walking far from the settlement, no lights but the moonlight shone dimly over us.
"It is in there," Winnter said, pointing at the entrance of that building. Aspherical boulder the size of an aeroplane was carved by human hands thousands of years ago forming a majestic building like a palace was now left dark and quiet ruins inside it.
"This voice?" I walked slowly towards where the voice sounded faint but still audible in my ears.
In the darkness inside the ruins, Aras stood amidst the thousands of animals. It stood there as if it was the centre of them. The melody coming out from the horns made me peaceful. I sat at the back and enjoyed the show. Meanwhile, Winnter was doing the same as me. We were both lulled by the music coming from the horns.
