Ethereal echoes dance upon silver threads
Whispered Wind's Confession: Do you remember our song?
The rain often falls silently, bearing off secrets to the ground, where they fuse with the earth and sprout as shadows beneath a moon-washed sky.
Our story lies hidden beneath the stars.
The dew settles gently upon the grass, clinging to the memories of unfulfilled dreams, which speak ceaselessly in the language of sighs.