Ever looked up and felt like the clouds were hiding a secret maze just for you? I mean, they drift up there, twisting and turning, like they're playing an endless game. Sometimes, when I stare long enough, I swear I can hear them whispering stories. Stories that are meant to be heard but never repeated. Silly, right? But maybe, just maybe, they're clues to a place we forgot…or never knew. Paths, Truth, or maybe Lost Memories.
Do you think skies ever get tired of their own mazes? I like to think they laugh when we try to chase after those hidden pathways. What would it take to unravel those secrets? A treasure map etched in thunder? A compass that spins with the whims of wind?
You're welcome to stay, to look up and listen. But be warned, the whispers may lead you to places you've yet to imagine. Or perhaps, they'll remind you of things long... Forgotten.