A piercing laughter rises from the depths of sun-drenched fields, an echo of what was never spoken at all. The air vibrates with secrets, unspoken yet heard by none but the lost wanderers.

Time bends under the summer heat, its echo a reverberation of forgotten rhythms pulsing beneath the skin. Voices whisper in colors unseen, painting thoughts in hues of longing and nostalgia.

The horizon shimmers, a mirage of shadows dancing in chaotic harmony, narrating stories of a summer that never began nor ever ended, drifting between the echoes of time and space.

Beneath the fluttering leaves, a melody played on invisible strings, vibrating softly through the timeless summer, heard only by those attuned to the symphony of nature's whispers.