In the realm where echoes coil, the winds bear secrets wrapped in silk.
They howl with laughter, yet beneath the guise, the center holds its fractured gaze.
Untouched by dawn, untouched by dusk.
Listen closely — the gusts narrate tales of forgotten kings and idle dreams.
A serpent lies entwined around a marble heart; its fangs dripped in golden promises.
The ugliest truth is whispered soft, only to be swallowed whole by the restless tide.