Once, in a forgotten valley of whispers, the wind carried tales untold and secrets untouched. Soft voices— fragments of ancient songs—, hummed a melody that seemed to demand attention. The empty count of echoes lingered long after their song faded, calling seekers of silence.
As dusk fell, the valley embraced shadows that danced playfully in the gentle breeze. You stand at the edge, knowing the emptiness here is filled with possibilities, where words tremble before they vanish.
"Listen," they said, "to the secrets the sky whispers when stars ignite the horizon." And beneath that sky, the whispers grew bolder, weaving stories of the stars that had once lived among mortals.