Circle Transmissions

In the center, there lies a secret. A story, a whisper, a faded light. Do you dare listen?

Once, a time where circles danced on filmy paper.

Once, a time wet with echoes not yet spoken.

The wind carries words, carrying tales not borne anywhere else.

Another circle appears, yet another waits, whispering always, never done.

Might you draw a circle and hear it begin anew?