Once upon a time, in a forest where the trees whispered secrets, there lived a curious child named Elara. One day, she found a circle painted on the ground in hues of twilight blue and shadowy gray.
"What's in the circle?" she wondered aloud, and as if answering, the trees bent low, their leaves tickling her ears with tales untold.
Elara knelt close, her breath mingling with the whisper of the wind. "Do you hear them? The echoes of the sky?"
The trees responded, not with words, but with a soft laughter that echoed like distant thunder, like the sound of rain yet to fall.
In circles such as these, murmurs of the past often found their way to the curious heart, sharing secrets meant for no one, yet understood by all who dared listen.
And the wind? It spun stories of castles built in cloud and dreams adrift on moonlit waves. Elara smiled, knowing that some echoes were meant to be followed, leading her on to whispered symphonies yet imagined.