Once upon a twilight, when horizons whispered secrets of yore, a kite danced with echoes of forgotten lullabies. "Who sang when the shadows lengthened?"

"You are the wind beneath our dreams," she said, unveiling the tapestry of sky-sailed desires. The color slipped between fingers like mist. "Have you tasted the autumn rain?"

Somewhere, in a pocket of timeless reverie, lies a whisper of the past. "Did the kites remember the sun's embrace?"