Carried by the whispering winds, a map unfolds,
etched in vapor, dreams of another world.
These clouds, not mere driftwood of the sky,
but realms of silent tales, woven with the threads of time.
Sky Veins weave between thoughts,
whilst Gales chart chimeras in the firmament.
Here, every misted breath is a verse, a melody,
echoing from the heart of the endless azure.
Beneath each sigh of wind, in the silence of the drop,
lies the journey of every star, every wanderer's pull.
Maps of clouds, of fleeting shadows,
trace the dance of cosmic gypsies, on a path ever unwritten.