When did the clouds, those wayward architects of the sky, become so wise? Beneath their billowing anonymity, they hoard secrets that stretch beyond the reach of time.
Confession: I am the keeper of secrets untold, housing the dusty truths of misplaced dreams and unfulfilled desires, trapped in the scent of cedar and faded paper.
Revealed ShadowsWhisper: I illuminate the truths even the sun refrains from exposing, casting light on the invisible cracks of reality—each flicker a testament to the transient nature of honesty.
Echoes of ReflectionIn the symmetry of the solstice, the balance of light and shadow births new revelations. Can the whispers of these inanimate sentinels ever find solace in the ethereal clouds?