The gentle sound of the wind chimes dancing outside. You never noticed how their music echoed in perfect chaos until you sat alone, listening. Sometimes, dissonance feels like home.
Two figures beneath the oak, words shared in pieces like petals caught on a breeze. The chimes chimed in, narrating a story shared too often yet never too late. You catch the melody of their silence.
Alone with your thoughts, the chimes whisper secrets you dared not speak. Under their watchful gaze, you unravel mysteries only revealed when stars align with the wind's laughter. Whistles in darkness tell stories of forgotten dreams.