Ever seen a bird in a dream? Flitting between worlds with echoes sculpted from whispers? There's this curious sense of restlessness that clings to those little winged wonders, like stories caught in the feathered breeze. Sometimes, I imagine the tales they spin as they glide beneath our waking skies—murmurs of wind among hidden pebbles and flickering shadows.
Glimpse the avian perspective through stories etched upon the open sky. Or perhaps take a moment with these fleeting whispers and imagine yourself a part of that tapestry. Every glide and every shadow tells us something, doesn't it? Or is that simply the dreamwaves talking?
There's solace in knowing these echoes—the shape they take, the way they bend light just so. If you stop and truly listen, you'll realize the world has a voice all its own. Not unlike a hidden song waiting to be hummed by those quiet rallies of restless flight.