Have you ever listened to the wind? I mean really listened? It's like this endless song that carries tales too old to remember and yet too familiar to ignore. You walk along a shorescape, and the breeze whispers these secrets as if trying to share the truth of the universe, one note at a time. Not that you can ever fully understand, but isn't that part of the charm? Like a conversation with the clouds, or a chat with the seafoam.
The other day, I found myself at this cliff's edge, staring out at the horizon. The waves crashed below, their rhythm a natural metronome. I was sure the wind carried voices from other worlds, echoing dreams I'd long forgotten or perhaps never experienced at all. It's like being at a crossroad where you have to choose between paths that don't exist yet. Crazy, huh?
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