"Did you hear about the stars above?" the wind seemed to ask.
"They aren’t just light, you know. They’re echoes of stories untold, weaving through the fabric of the night."
Imagine sitting by a campfire, the embers dancing like tiny novas. And there, in the flickering light, tales are spun.
Secrets, laughter, and sometimes, the sigh of old dreams. Just like this whisper, drifting gently into your ear.