The winds carry stories, woven from shadows and echoes of unseen realms.
In the folds of dreams, a voice calls, gentle as a murmur on the twilight sea.
Beneath the stars, we traverse the fabric of forgotten paths.

Each breath of wind is a whisper of the cosmos, a stitch in the great tapestry of time.
Listen closely, and you will hear the secrets of the ancients in the rustling leaves,
For every gust carries a fragment of the divine.