The Toh’Khun Koh’Tun, or people of the world seers, had an ancient belief that the last image or place you see before death is where you spend your eternal afterlife. To this end, they built massive gardens and filled them with beautiful flowers and lovely music, so that their elders may die peacefully and forever live in a serene afterlife. All this is to say that for Lho’Tere, or wind runner, his final moments spent bleeding out on the battlefield, surrounded by his dead tribe mates while barely holding his intestines in were not ones filled with the acceptance of death, but rather the fear of blood filling his afterlife. He dreamed of the palatial gardens, hoping and praying that by seeing it in his mind he may yet see if for eternity, unfortunately for him, the sudden sharp pain of one of his enemies stabbing his throat caused his eyes to flash open, forever damning him from finding out if his theory was true. Instead, the spirit of Lho’Tere bore witness to a most peculiar sight. The blood of the slain warriors, rather than forever haunt him, slowly seeped into the earth. The bodies of friend and foe alike, rather than torment him, decayed and fell into the earth. Through many days, then months, then years, Lho’Tere’s spirit slowly witnessed nature’s reclamation of the battlefield. By the point he forgot how long it had been, he lay there, surrounded by grass and flowers and trees, forever at peace in his eternal garden.
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