He looked over the edge of the steep cliff, watching the small and innocent waves brushing against the rocks below. Little tufts of grass blew in the direction of the wind, and Levon, with his hair lifting gently in the wind, slowly outstretched his arms. He listened intently to the calling of the wind, and threw his head back, with closed eyes, and let a smile slowly creep along his lips. Levon breathed in slowly, savoring each sweet second. The sun shone brightly in his face, and the gentle noise of the waves below brought the land and water into blissful harmony.

He was in the picture perfect setting, with the sun painted brightly over the horizon, short waves racing towards the beach below, and soft breezes caressing his cheek. He had met Nirvana’s nest, the place of all happiness, freedom, and desire. Levon opened his eyes and walked closer to the edge of the cliff. Looking down, he noticed the rocks below, creating small islands in the sea. He saw even clearer the waves; the rising, crashing, and fading movements they made. Levon smiled, taking a step even closer towards the edge. The wind blew opposite him, almost as if pushing him the other way, away from the edge of the cliff, and towards a safe distance, but he pushed against it. The tufts of grass gathered around his feet seemed to attract him towards the ground, with the same wish as the wind. Both elements of nature were favoring him, but he went against their wishes.

Levon turned around, with his back facing the edge, and with his arms still opened, he tilted backwards and allowed gravity to fulfill his downward motion. His body slowly left the cliff, and the wind and the grass stopped blowing, as if time stood still.



He was falling–going down towards the rocks at the bottom of the cliff. His acceleration picked up. His eyes were still closed.

Closer

Closer

Closer

His body was shooting towards the rocks and he was only a few feet away from them. The wind picked up again, blowing his hair in all sorts of directions. He was almost towards the rocks. He could hear the dangerous waves. He could smell them. He could almost feel them.

Only a few more feet. So close.

The waves pushed with all their force against the jagged rocks. Levon’s body continued falling, like a rag doll’s.

The cliff, the fall, the wind, the water, the rocks.

They flashed before his eyes.

He sensed them. Their presence ever closer.

In a split second, silvery, white, folds of delicateness unleashed, and his body traced along the surface of the water.

He had avoided his death by embracing his hidden, dormant, true being.

He was a wind glider.

thas that hot shit i see anime in this keep up the good work.

ps. Levon sux as a name

lmfao...no you idiot...there's no ANIME in this ...

that's what you call....a SIGGY

good job for being SMART ...