In the quiet moments, when the breath of dawn is a gentle caress upon my skin, the winds whisper secrets of what lies beyond the horizon. They are tickling my thoughts, a soft reminder that dreams unfurl in the spaces between time and reality.
Do the clouds echo my dreams? Do they carry fragments of my unspoken desires? As I watch them drift, I can't help but wonder if each one's shadow holds a piece of my longing, woven into their silken forms.
"I am a dreamer," he whispered into the void, hoping the winds would carry his truth home.