In the quiet clasp of twilight, secrets descend
atmospheric gradients folding time, currents intersecting
whispers flow, invisible streams across dimensions
tracing forgotten paths, inscribed by the breeze
measures of age, layered within whispers.
Electrochemical oscillations collide silently
harmonic coordinates align within ethereal arrays
ancient scripts etched in ephemeral flows
yet understood only by those who listen closely
and decipher the rustling hints carried away.
A cycle yet unbroken, revealing its muted melodies
anemometric advances shifting realms, their quiet echo
displacing dust upon old octants of memory
as calculations etched in the wind find their voice
through the utterance of whispered aero notes.