The whispers study the winds, learning intangibility through the abrasive kiss of twinkling starlight.
Echoes entrap laughter as they tumble down the eons, each bounce a new song, forgotten and rediscovered.
Do you hear it too? The timeless voice, a conductor of shadows, orchestrating a divine cacophony.
Roses bloom in twilight's breath when the clock's sigh aligns with the serpent's spiral dance.
Seek the Dust Breathe or perhaps the Wind Song echo in your bones!
A cosmic leap, a spark in the ether, where whispers become the life-blood of celestial narratives.