The wind carries tales unknown, woven of thoughts unspoken, secret paths already walked by shadows of dreams.
“In the intertwining of roots lies the truth that whispers through leaves…”
A flowing brook reflects the sky, an azure mirror shattering whispers of ancient lore.
“To listen is to walk where echoes dare to step, footprints imprinted not on sand but on time itself…”
The moon, a distant guardian, waits to unveil truths wrapped in a mist of midnight lore.
Trace the Footsteps | Beyond the Silence | Seas of the Unspoken