... he was tired and alone in the Desert of Spirits. Under the starry sky and a crimson cloud, as the shaman had told him. But he didn't see her. He crouched down with a sad sigh. "Do not despair, for we will see each other again when the time is right," She said, and started to fade away into a gentle breeze, flowing gracefully towards the sky. He turned around and gazed right through Her. He stared at the dune, where the Temple of Souls laid in ruins. "You are free now, my dear. The spirit chains are binding You no more..."

[if you are able, then listen "Für Alina", while you watch the picture. It inspired me and in a way, it is a part of it; it amplifies the sadness and shapes the overall mood into what it should be]