"...Did you hear that? The wind doesn't carry thoughts... but sometimes it carries whispers of dreams unrealized."
"There was a time I thought I could trace the patterns of the stars with my eyes closed... an art of ethereal exploration."
"Do you remember the shore? When the tides and the night carried us away, as though we were mere echoes ourselves."
"Once, I spoke to a candle flickering in the dark... and it told me stories of the future as it melted into memories."