The landscape was painted with invisible colors, shades that danced out of sight but danced nonetheless. Imagine a breeze whispering into your ear, or perhaps it already did and you simply weren't listening in the right way.
This is where future dreams live, in a hidden mountain where every wish carves a line in reality's snow, waiting to be revealed the moment someone decides to look closely.
Ever
why the stars don't hum? Maybe the universe's playlist is just on shuffle.
Join me at the base of this metaphorical mountain, where we can find solace in the invisible tunes of tomorrow's thoughts. For every line we weave, another story rests in our pockets, waiting to be passed on - like those paper notes folded into airplanes, set free into the wind's embrace.