In the mirror of clouds, the angels whisper answers, answers to inquiries mystical and dreamy. The hum of infinite light, an eternal echo.
Are the questions woven into dreams? A tapestry of words, stitched by time, unraveling with each breath, each sigh.
Infinite echoes, echoes of the past, the future in disguise, as we reach for the celestial embrace of understanding.
Ethereal Wisdom Unseen Path Whispers