You could lose track of time, tracing your fingers along the invisible lines of sound woven in the air. Each whisper carries a story—some familiar, others foreign. Do you follow the gentle tug of curiosity or the known comfort of silence?

There's a saying about hedges and whispers, or maybe it's just me making it up as I listen to the dancing trees and their secrets.

Or perhaps, while wandering through these sonorous fields, lost echoes will find you, and you'll understand their song better than your own. May the melodies be kind, for every step holds a note.