Once upon an infinite cascade, where dust motes dance the tango of eternity. The poet condemned the silence; a cacophony of thoughts swirling in the unending stream.
Did you know the sky whispers secrets only to those who listen where the dirt streams? Felix, the wandering sage, found his fortune in the rustling winds and jokingly claimed it was all due to his dust charms.
The stars have a rhythm, you must see it to understand! Step lightly on that path toward clarity, yet beware the gravel confetti that falls uninvited.
Continue the Journey