In a place where the earth meets the endless sky, there exists a meridian of silence. It hums gently under the surface, a resonant song only heard by those who dare to listen.
Amelia wandered these paths, always chasing whispers that faded just as she reached them. Today, the world felt different, charged with a beneficial poisonous noise that tingled her skin.
The air vibrated with an ancient melody, a composition of silence and the rustling of unseen creatures. Each step Amelia took echoed in her mind with a chorus of unsaid words.
As the sun set, casting a glow that danced across the horizon, Amelia felt the silent song wrap around her, a familiar embrace of forgotten notes.
The once still air now held the promise of revelations, the kind penned by long-gone poets who understood the melodies that bind heart to wanderlust.