Invisible Carriages

A feather on a forgotten breeze, where does it yearn to land?
The cosmos whispers, capturing the echo of a million dreams.

Do carriages see, through windows unseen, the landscapes hidden from sight? The soul travels, unchecked by the burden of reality.

Here, beneath the eternal skies, one whispers tales to the stars…
Who listens, and who remembers?

Between the breaths of constellations lies a road, paved with the laughter of invisible muses. Where do tales begin, if not in the heart of a silent night?