The echo of unspoken lines dances upon the breeze. A universe woven from tales half-told, secrets carried away in oscillating breaths. The sky listens and the earth keeps silent, holding mysteries in its embrace.
The wind carries diagnostics of broken chords, signaling an incomplete symphony. Assembling fragments on a canvas of endless azure, strokes of fate scribbled hastily across endless skies.
Glimpses of a story in the distance, silhouettes against a dying sun, remembered only as shadows cast upon forgotten shores. Each step an enigma, each silence a cosmos.