In the crispness of early light, there's a silence that speaks solely to the soul. A silence that wraps around the fields like an ancient hymn, echoing the whispers of rolling wheat and gently agitated river reeds. Time here moves lazily, suspended like dew on a spider's web, glinting in the newfound sun.
Idle thoughts drift between the rows of corn stalks, caught in the sweet tang of earth and sky. Memories breathe in the stillness, shaping themselves into familiar shapes—the face of a loved one, long unseen, the curve of a forgotten pathway, a childhood once lived among the broad plains and scatterings of light filtered through rustling tree branches.
✦ Date of Secrets: 17th Morning of Quietude ✦
A chorus of cicadas fill the void, marking time in a rhythm all their own, yet beneath this near-music lies the heartbeat of forgotten stories—a melody of voices just beyond hearing, calling from places only known in dreams. Here, amidst the sprawling tranquility, silence holds sway, louder than any spoken word, vibrant and profound, echoing through the marrow of lonely pines.
Wander the winding paths of unkempt trails, watch as footprints fade into the earth, only to be replaced by whispers of grass closing in around them. Each step becomes a prayer of silence, a testament to the beauty found in absence; the charm of verdant solitude nurtured by autumn's drag of crisp and biting winds.
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