As I ran inland, I whispered, I sang, I yelled, I barked, I howled. All into the void. The Dog God gave no response. Was it still alive? So I lay still in the grass and let that other ancient relative, the wind, speak. It told me to come here. To the cave, the womb, the darkness, the place where we rest, reimagine, and create anew. I came home, and you spoke to me.