Whispers of the Cosmic Zephyr

In the infinity of drifting stars, the wind whispers secrets of the ancients.

Remember the tales scattered in the stardust, in echoes of galaxies far away...

The winds tell of a river, flowing not with water, but with forgetfulness itself.

Have you ever encountered its shores

here

or

there?

Listen closely, and the traveler’s song will reach your ear, weaving tales of longing and oblivion through heavenly choirs.

With every sigh of solar winds, horizons bend, time disassembles, and memories drift aimlessly.