In the heart, the wind whispers crisp and pure mint, a freshness that envelops. In the eyes, sails unfurled on seas of Whisky to sail and lands of Absinthe to discover. I brandish my sword, finding justice in the arms of sweet vanilla myrrh, while my rebellious soul finally finds peace. Thus comes the night, source of peace, and I, warrior, rest on a bed of flowers and woods, because tomorrow is a new day.