Here, the valley stretches wide and eternal. Its echoes are not mere sounds but whispers of stories untold, climbing the slopes in golden hues and flitting through the dancing leaves.
We pause, not because we are bewildered, but because we adore the luminescence of time itself, folding softly within the embrace of soft winds — a reminder of journeys past and journeys to come.
And in the talc of wind's caress, we hear gentle promises — a call to search for echoes long lingering, luminescent and glowing.