These are the strings, woven from sunlight and shadow,
where whispered dreams of kites find freedom
in the dance of azure skies.

Unfurl the memory, untangle the sun's secrets,
and let the winds carry you towards
the forgotten echoes of dreams half-remembered.

The sky bends, and in its curvature,
we see the horizon's silent plea—
a whisper in the storm's eye,
a lullaby etched in the flight of the unbound.

Follow the trail of the clouds,
seamless and endless, draping the canvas
of your ever-expanding consciousness.