The sky sang lullabies, wrapped in the thrum of distant constellations.
What does it mean when the horizon whispers secrets?
I once heard a song as ancient as the stars...
Curled clouds formed syllables, roots grasping ethereal vowels.
Listen closely, they said, to the pulse behind the silence...
Murmur of the Wind
Lies where they were supposed to breathe; twist the truth gently...
Hidden Truths
Encoded between the rays of dying suns; listen, child.
The wind carries remnants of untold stories.
Seek the crickets in twilight and decode their fables...