The clouds have stories, quiet secrets, not meant for ears, but felt by hearts. Do you hear them? The lullabies of distant memories...
The breeze carries murmurs, ethereal and fleeting, like thoughts half-remembered, or dreams unfulfilled. Listen closely, the truth hides in the silence.
In the sky, whispers become verses, verses become echoes, and echoes...
... become nothing, a sky full of nothing, whispering promises to the stars.
Follow the Echo