Are the clouds merely veils of thoughts, drifting in the vast realm of your mind? Each shift whispers secrets of existence, inked in the language of shadows. Listen closely; they echo the silent symphonies sung by the stars in vacant halls.
In the space between breaths, where clouds conspire with light, the truth awaits— not as an answer, but as an invitation to wander. Have you heard the call of wind beneath this canopy of ever-shifting horizons?
Echoing Trails